Текст песни Гр. Полухутенко - О категориях

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Generalize, do not be afraid, because the number is only one of all the numbers
The wind blows out, but what is blown inside
Too little violence in a sensitive attention to create something,
But not only calm

Wine categories are insignificant,
and sweetly compose everything with everything
So the sun gives rise to the desire
Share infinite branch
Want, I'll love everything, and the light will digest my eyes
But what to do with yours?

Look and shy, it is impossible to sell everything that breathes
The acquired time is that the repeat
Too little illusions in a sensitive attention to me
But suddenly someone will hear
The fault of the categories is insignificant, and sweetly comprepact everything with everything
So the sun gives rise to the desire to share the endless branch,
Want, I am all posing, and the light will digest my eyes,
But what to do with yours?

Wine categories are beautiful and sweet to complave everything with everything
So the sun gives rise to the desire to share the endless branch,
Want, I am all posing, and the light will digest my eyes,
But what to do with yours?