Степной волк

Steppenwolf , trudging silently
on the bookshelves of the external world ,
foam flying over the sea of suffering
floats in the sky your apartment .

Why believe in something that goes
remember what that is
your secrets are placed on the board ,
your gods - it's just people .

What kind of holiday you warm ,
what smell is worthy of attention
but soon settles to the bottom of the night wind
angel wings and raise desires.

What colors hidden in white ,
and whose pain is drowning in red ...
charge of the debt is not coming to an end ,
but you cover your tracks in vain.

In the darkness of the heart the seed of a past life
steppe elves clipped wings
wolf eyes looking for you in the mirror ,
but mirror hung dust.

Farewell tale , fire dragon ,
under the black sun of the past summer
burned wings of foam
and once again turn into a pumpkin carriage.

Seek death , like a wolf ,
yellow leaf hanging on a branch ,
lit by the sun, the moon freeze -
here all the cases are rare enough

Steppenwolf in the trap of illusions
gnaws rocks in vain hope
change the face - a questionable output
you will learn in any clothes .