On the Edge
I fell asleep in the torture chamber,
Where on the walls of a vise and pliers,
Among the old nightmares of forgotten,
I dreamed strange things.
Muffled cries of music,
Much memory in every word ...
I fell asleep in the torture chamber,
On the floor in a puddle of someone else's blood.
I went to sleep at night deep
In most terrible,
Buried in leaves
Among the wild beasts hungry
About his life not caring.
Still think about it later,
But damn sense of duty,
I fell asleep by tuing off the star,
So I wanted to fall briefly.
I fell asleep on the battlefield,
In the heart of the caage,
Among the killed and wounded,
Lie wanted peace.
Still makes no sense to fight,
I recently have fallen
And she fell asleep by tuing off the sun,
Because it is very tired.
And so long fled without looking
Yet without strength did not fall,
And she fell asleep on the freeway,
Two steps away from landfills.
Precipitation falls in some places,
People were sleeping in their apartments,
And I fell asleep in a thick fog,
At the edge of a perfect world.
