The Blood of a Dragon
Трошки переробив віршик відомого аффтара "Киноварь"
It's indifferent others crossed the ruIns of The Temple
It's gettin' cold, there's no mercury here -
A Cinnabar - is a Blood of the Dragon!
In the whisper of HELL made the program has joined
Red hot body's still there, where your whisky & poison...
Who's not saddler to you ain't no ripper-tyrant
You are proud by yourself: you are soldier of Fortune
In a mite - burning Styx
Into a flame he has brought
Here comes the Razor's Edge, you just pray for a Mercy
This City of owls fall again in a dream,
the river of fools with the ships
fool of blockheads...
The city of owls in the color of sulfurs,
An Eye is blind, an Ear is deaf
City - crypt, not up to fine
Not to the shallow and smart little birds -
Nightingales are quiet at nights,
only the cock doodle-doo
for the Rising of Rainbow...
Only owls - uh, bore also fear
or make up for the melancoly bluese...
But a spark,
sometimes a spark and in the radio crash a trill
I rotate the adjustment,
a Wave, a Surf...
You sing: a cinnabar, in the clouds of sins I can fly
Only taste of another,
absolutely another wrong guy...
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