Комната, лишённая зеркал

Son of man, where are you?
Tell me one more time,
Just tell me who we are now,
Tell me the truth, where we are now;
After all, I thought everything would be fair,
Silk scarf helmet
But it is a battle behind closed doors,
Fight life with God knows what,
Someone thinks it's a trick,
Someone shouts that failure.
And every word - a sign that we
The room is devoid of mirrors.

Today, I have dreamed an angel,
Similar to Bruce Lee.
He carried me to the liquid to clean the drain,
A glass of port land for the hosts.
But I was wise and bright,
I took up the matter seriously;
And I was dead, choosing the answer,
Although no one has asked me a question.
And my friend Lensky in a beer stall
He lamented that so small a liter;
And all in chorus reading poetry
About the room, devoid of mirrors.

We are all taught with love
Look no upward and forward;
But the love fires both barrels,
As soon as you go out to take off.
And that, in fact - to get excited
One of those noble maidens,
What stuck you in the ribs pen
To better to think about the birds;
But if I were you, I'd sent them all
At the shooting scene about the first ball,
And he would laugh from the other side of glass
Rooms devoid of mirrors.

Black has a sense of rhythm,
In white - guilt,
But there are others, no distinguishing marks,
What women look at just below the back.
But I was not regarded,
I saw it from the side;
I oddly serve lover muses,
Sterilize in the war,
Where the survivors, who were dead in advance,
And I won the one who stood up -
Only characters removed rasp makeup
Rooms devoid of mirrors.

And here are two decent employment
For those who are above zero:
Commercial postcard of the beach,
Or wild shout: & quot; The right wheel! & Quot ;;
And so I'm written off as dead,
And I come to an end,
But I am grateful to all shooting at me:
Now I know what a lead;
Someone laughs like a silver beast
Looking at the full hall;
I'm just here, I celebrate a joyous dream
About the room, devoid of mirrors.