Oh, ants, small ants ghuruka be seen
how busy it is known to play a sweet -
stab s just talking to himself -
in the light of the world bare let him touch the smell,
oh, ants, small ants, dust pollen makeup
Fear makes
someone to take away today, to give them sorrow
Who knows why his life is some,
where is the bottom of the tree in the middle of the morning; Where are the lower
ants to the bottom of the anvil?
dust of the earth, surrounded everyone today in memory of his memory
You have no room
to go to the house.
All the family is
blue blue is strange;
The day's fire brigade
again in the black -eyed rainy season.
Kalashnikov Man's Samovar
unknown Calcutta Sahara
walk along the side of the
turn over the ground,
plant the seeds of dreams and bones were amazed
and compulsive arithmetical anesthesia