This is not the time to cry about your former self.
On the present - a stone of smoke.
Before you Odessa, Kyiv, Kharkiv,.
Five hundred kilometers to the goat's egg.
A desolate swamp flows into a club.
Protected by moisture that penetrates the dungeons, above them is autumn.
city rhythms,.
Plague from Midian, and the blood of sacrifices.
flowing in
dripping from sticky lips.
A hidden living dungeon, this is not the time to cry - it's about winter and
Dawn penetrates deep inside.
Any land -.
peat, magma, loess, .
This is not the time to shed empty tears.
There are unconquered demons before us.
to you,.
They will cover you from the sky. Dinara Karimova.