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Мастер Магистр ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Пол: ![]() Сообщений: 807 ![]() ...В ад, не в небо голубое ухожу. Прощайте! (с)! ![]() |
Знаете, к нашей игре у Пелевина есть в романе "Чапаев и Пустота" замечательный эпиграф:
И мрачный год, в который пало столько Отважных, добрых и прекрасных жертв, Едва оставил память о себе В какой-нибудь простой пастушьей песне, Унылой и приятной... -------------------- Глас вопиющего в пустыне
Мне вышел боком. Я стал державой, стал святыней, Я стану богом. В смятенье сердце, разум стынет, Душа убога... Прощайте, милые: я - воск былых свечей! (с) Олег Ладыженский |
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После прочтения - первые Поэтические, понимашь, Ассоциации...
Это Дио. Ронни Дио. (2002 год) Кому? Угадайте с одного раза. Throw Away Children Oh-oh, the sun's gone down Her day begins And the rhythm of the darkness Wakes the dead Don't answer eyes that smile Don't let them in They see the lonely child She feels their sin But it's getting so much colder And she's afraid Never going back to where the pain was She'd rather face the pain that's here and now Someone's thrown away their children You can see them running from your smile Sing for the runaway children The throw-away child I'll make you safe and warm Words she needs to hear What they really mean is no more little girl Don't see her anymore They disappear Yesterday they said that she was dying And just today I heard that she was dead Someone's thrown away their children You can see them running from your smile Sing for the runaway children The throw-away child Someone's thrown away their children You can hear them only if you try Sing for the runaway children Goodbye Someone's thrown away their children You can see them running from your smile Sing for the runaway children The throw-away child -------------------- The entire city is burning...
You can see the flames like the inside of a mad jukebox... Lost boys stalk the streets with those jungle markings on their chests. Barbarians prowl in shadows, their heads rocking with rodents. Motorcycles reproduce in nocturnal alleys groaning with greasy pleasure... And they've blown up the YWCA like a giant balloon! And sent it out to sea full of screaming, lovely, lonely girls... |
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