The Gothic Cathedral
The Gothic Cathedral attracts your desire up in the mountain gave, they have not seen your beautiful eyes that have not read the hands of your lines of destiny that have not heard the speeches of your honey, no more gentle, nectar, gods only Ipatovo, sweeter thy blood, they don’t taste the nectar that scared of the pain your whole being I became, and soon they would be gone for good spells and healers of the body and that can not see the soul, rest for them to century and let them fall silent lips, that you praise me, but don’t go silence of the wind, what with you in love is not played, and will always love, not that we met, learned, itself we quickly ran to bring his strength as she took the top and quietly listened, her grief poured out in tears. And flowers bloomed luxuriantly in her poisonous thorns. Celestial heights and didn’t know what to do with you and me. They b in the beginning were laughing, Yes we stole their faces with joy. They’d played with us, we tore off the hands, they would kill us, Yes we stole their flour. And now, without joy, hands and minds, puppets only catchy in the eternal; the gods do not have enough minds to take away the humanity. And people will come up with them the joy, the arms and cunning, and we run away from them – they erode tenderness thresholds.
And will reveal the wounds in the spring and will return in the summer; you know, sometimes, and I want the veto – hunt to deny the love, the frost, from which warm air and prohibit to sing and not to be broken. And again the spring, but never summer. And again a star…here’s the veto.
And let them play in the wind, the sea, where waves splash; and let it die all the years that we foretold prophetic. We’ll make up the life and the way to die want; and you will think pain, the heart breaks. And eternity is going to kill surf, and the hands unfold the wings, you ask – “Love?”, and I answer – “Wingless”.
And maybe someday, we’ll break up in the sky lifeless, and then I’ll get a God and you those who lives in shame. And then, he will be back to sail unbleached, and you will smile – “Until?”, and I smile, “my dear.”….