How strange you are - do not understand you:

in the bosom of thoughts the word expire,

but, in speeches and answers, you suffer again -

Doubt stiff in your brains.

Afraid to take the phone

and you rarely call yourself

but ... glad to hear my sonorous voice.

Absurdity, life is again tormented,

and with thought you disturb my peace.

You spark sparks consciousness:

want to touch and know;

in misunderstanding sometimes you suffer -

in the hope of courage to borrow from anyone.

One; and angry ... sad and cheerful

happen

but in your soul you seek to sin.

Incomprehensible riddle of childhood

would help someone decide now.

Come on. Do not be afraid. I will not hurt.

I understand, since there is nothing to say and

finally let me see you -

What now ...: Grieve?

Shoot your passion and cool your passion.

go into the abyss of the abyss of life.

And sin? Though in thoughts he stayed ...

You cannot fail to sin, neither you.

And what is Sin?

Who can answer me?

What is the rite of non-existence?

Where will the children come from without sin?

And how will the future life last ...

my?

Love is sin; suffering too:

Sin around and everything ...

And is it a sin? since it is worthless

live happily without sinning ...