Мир в Беде

The shape didn’t come together in a lucid dream
Whoever had pain read symbols from right to left
Pulling by the ears with tusks
Ganesh with Tara
Setting dates for unimaginable events
In pairs and alone
Not bending under avalanches of nonsense
With the strokes of paddles
They cleared themselves from the dock
Into the stony sea

Waking up suddenly with the question - Who am I?
And again - What happened yesterday?
Getting lost in realities without any drugs
Outside of spaces and territories
God forbid to find yourself
Guided by the right hand
Obeying the heart there
Where perfectly happy herbivores
Pounce on peaceful predators!
World in trouble -
- Not the time to argue about food
Anything at all
Can be written with forks in the water
World in trouble -
- Not the time to argue about food
Anything at all
Can be written with forks in the water

World in trouble -
- Not the time to argue about food
Anything at all
Can be written with forks in the water
World in trouble -
- Not the time to argue about food
Anything at all
Can be written with forks in the water