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BETWEEN TWO FIRES You do not rush to enter the gigantic coffin, After all, there, in the silence, in the mother’s womb, You’re like in paradise, you don’t know the lawlessness, And I’m singing, trying to do something. Between two fires Unbridled passions – Mountain of Bones, A shower of tears, wreaths of roses. Dashing bratva work with batogami, And like the tops, the flowers under the boots. You need fangs to live like a human, Tear the adam’s apple to avoid injury. I am beside myself with an angry shudder. I’m still waiting for you without regaining consciousness. Listen to me, you complete bastard. Why, baby, do you need all this?
