style="font-size:15px;"> Dashing guys, here their god, he Sits in a chair warm.
Also you will not believe that he is a god, Dashing guys cheerful.
It is clean as a new pin, the Exemplary family man.
It all an example, Hera – bloody color.
The stream, this life turn, And here it flows, here death goes.
Dashing guys everything are dead, one is Only barefoot blossoms.
Though in prison, he rules the world, It the power, he is a God, it justice of calm of graves.
Lying there from bullets are killed, People there is nothing the innocent.
Bloody throne, sitting on it,
Bloody God. – Murderer it.
Bloody God. – Cruel it.
The governor it is cruel.
Who is he such is? – He is a person.
Or he is a tyrant cruel?
Fan of money it bloody, Or simply нелюдь it?
He to live is worthy? – It seems not, End bloody harrow.
It lies among graves now, Among those who were killed by it.
Last and that time, came is new, But the spirit a harrow still blossoms.
His favourite flower murderer, Darling color its green.
He here, among people, He is our daily savior.
It is ruble or dollar, to us all the same, It brought life and death to our house,
The favourite guy our worthy, Is beautiful it, its green color, We everything wish it, our Favourite savior.
Other people
We are not such as the friend, We not such as others, despise Us, do not notice Us, We are absent just for you, And we live, we live, we live.
All of us are such as others, We all such as others, We are people society, we live in it.
Among those who hate us, Among those who despise us, that we others, We not such as they.
Well both others we, and that?
Who for it will ask us?
We live among bad people people Who despise us, monsters.
But we such, as well as you!
Only on a birth a body we are changed, We feel like nobody by whom we are given birth, And that such is? We are innocent!
In the one whom we were born in the childhood.
Our gene other than our body, We are captives of the prison.
We are not wanted nobody! – We are not wanted to be listened.
We are absent just! – We are societies of derelicts.
We are the people all others born by others, We are societies of derelicts, Prisons – the soul.
Given rise in an imprisonment the.
Soul and body, Fine flower faded petal.
From a cage of won’s
I like to put on dresses, I Want to become a woman.
I am a breast and I put on a brassiere, Stockings and a dress.
I fashionable put on shoes, And I made up the person, I did a make-up to myself.
Also I feel that to me it is good!
And me quietly to a body.
Soul on revenge, is glad to a body, Soul sings.
And only dangles between legs, And I cut off it.
Now I drink hormones, And to myself I let in the woman a body.
Now I am happy I live, my appearance Is beautiful.
I am sexual and beautiful, Inside I am a woman, but not the man, From a cage the released my body, Soul departed in the heavenly arch, And dumped fetters a body.
I Am hurrah! free now.
Having escaped from a cage
I am a person. But who I am?
The man in a dress of women.
I am not a man, I and not the woman, But I all the lady.
And let scold me and find fault, And say that I am a derelict, I am what that person I is.
I am a woman in a body men's.
I love dresses, I love beauty!
I am a woman in inside, but not outside.
And sexuality at anything.
I – this it on the essence, And I live in the to captivity.
Also I cannot become that whom I want, And I want to become a woman.
To me the doctor-bureaucrat blocked the road, he Sent me to mental hospital.
And there to me treated how many years, And I walked all life in a beautiful women's dress.
And as to me it was good, Kohl court with judged to me the right, to Change to himself the sex.
But there is no justice judicial, And I on essence – it, And the court will not help me.
Then I will cut off the penis, And I will cut off eggs.
To me it will be sore, well and that?
I the woman will become.
Also I will live without cares, the Happy woman – soul, And heart is glad to me such, in joy and heart is glad to Me.
From a cage she escaped – soul, And soared into the sky, soul is full of Joy, to Both joy, and heart I am glad.
Ship ghost
In the sea blue and deep, the ship ghost, Three masts by it floats, it floats afar having developed.
Ship ghost of silence of rest, Ship ghost, there sun beam.
In former years it having developed, went by sea it loving, He plowed the seas and the rivers, loved storm, It went to them, effortlessly it bypassed them, Here the sun, a ray of hope.
It floats to the sun, the leaving beam, And he remembers former years.
Battles
