Whether is where нибудь a place
Which paradise is called?
It does not give me rest...
And still,
Why I feel it?
I hear a voice,
And he speaks to me: "Reach paradise!"
When the world will fail,
Paradise will appear.....
And only wolves will find road there...
They will be resulted there by aroma of a lunar flower...
Aroma of the maiden of a flower...
But wolves have died out, 200 years ago...
It only a fairy tale...
Beautiful fairy tale...
Когда нибудь точно вытатуирую это у себя на руках....