BVP When the war already happened, it was winter and it was February. And the blizzard continued, continued, continued No, read no more. Read this and jump off the bell tower.
At night it is cold and damp.
Remember this moment, remember and don't be silent, and don't be silent! And the roar of hell will be heard in the darkness, and the wind will whistle in the wilderness. February will change all legends, Poroshey zemetet Shiri. The princess will turn into a toad, the poet will cry out loud.
The song will explode and a crazy thing will fly into the world. After all, nothing heals anymore, and burn the whole world with fire! Words will penetrate the heart, the liver, they will get stuck in your skull. Words about what is not in vain without considering the human turmoil,.
In the area of Carminaia, Popasania.
Death happens to a soldier. Words are frozen tits, words that burn the earth. And time will go on, go on.
From February to February. And somewhere Karamanaya is, a soldier, tired of gnawing the ground, stumbling while giving God your only life. He will be old and unshaven, wrinkled, with a toothless mouth. A country forgotten by history, a brigade, an army, a regiment. Everything there whistles, screams, shoots. There the darkness penetrates into the heart. There are witches flying on broomsticks, but you have to get up and take a step. And he is (not so strong).
For some reason he will run forward. Unfortunately, they won't make movies about him, the shaman won't sing psychically. At junctions made of bent reinforcement, frozen on broken bricks, it will become an acronym. Just three letters: BVP. That the sun will rise with the same intensity gives peace and joy to everyone. And the world won't notice the soldier, but you and I will.