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<title>Zk | From the Russian mart</title>
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<link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="/style.css" />
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<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width" />
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<main>
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<h1>Zk | From the Russian mart</h1>
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<article class="content">
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<p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
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<p>O, on the Volga walks the lonely beggar,
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Walks the Heavenly wanderer of the plains,
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The Lord shows him his fist,
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But to him it's all laughter--in the fist there is cocaine.
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And down the Volga--a Golden Hoard,
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And up the Volga--women look on the shore.
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O, the well water--water of life,
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Take my blood, o great snows,
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How the winter made peace, with iron and cold,
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It brought peace, but then turned into Spring.
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How the snow will melt, oh what will be then,
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And whne the ice moves, oh what will be with me...
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And it is just the Volga flooding, not teh World Flood,
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Or maybe the Lord is covering his tracks,
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But I no longer care--I am almost ready,
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Ready to sing to you from under the water;
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And from under the water, sing the churchbells,
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And from under the wall, blinding light.
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Take away my sins, with your wing,
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Take away my sins--why are you quiet?
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So burn, you Seraph, golden winged-
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Burn, don't be ashamed, be a guiding star.
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I don't care--I lost the reins,
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And there is no more paths, only with you.
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So this is our life--Either there, or Here,
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Either in teh field, death, or in your head, Savior.
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I left so I could walk to the beginning of things,
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But I drank and I fell--this is the whole book.
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And teh ravens are quiet, and the ladies scream,
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Either as dark wolves, or as liht sisters...
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Either saving famine, or a saving poison,
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Can you hear me, I knock--open up!
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So give us to angels, or count us beasts,
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Just don't be quiet, I cannot live without fire.
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And,m wherever I walk, I knock at your doors,
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So, Lord of mine, save me!</p>
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<ul>
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<li>Aquariu</li>
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</ul>
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</article>
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<footer>
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<p>Page generated on 2008-06-11 02:36:32</p>
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