Dvanov - Central Russian Night | Текст песни

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Crystal train was picking up the speed
without slowing down on timbered forks
and flanks of cities coming into view
were widely stretched up across the field.
The nature breathed through mouth half the time
to show its similarity to man.
He thought that tragedy too often went ahead
of any portents and authority
came from the language like a thistle sprouts
and lives straight from the Central Russian night;
that fever’d touched the forehead once before
and left his knees in cold. He understood
the sweat arising on the surface of the ground,
but homeland was unknown and obscured.

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