Ольга, 36 - 9 апреля 2009 17:32

[COLOR=darkblue][I]If blood will flow when fresh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun...
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away,
But something in our minds will always stay...

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument,
That [B]nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could[/B]
For all those born beneath an angry star
[B]Lest we forget how fragile we are...[/B]

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star...
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are.[/I]

...И ведь правда: как часто среди повседневной суеты и бесконечных проблем, будучи вечно занятыми чем-то сверхважным, как кажется в данный момент, мы забываем, насколько мы хрупки . . . [/COLOR]

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