Книга бесконечных страниц

On the blank pages of the tamed ages, The blind verdict was recorded before us. Accepting the inevitability of empty dead ends, We step into the darkness for the hundredth, thousandth time. And tomorrow, and after that, it's just the old testament., Whose meanings are distorted by bias. In the bottomless well of the shattered years, We only see those that are already numbered. So, this tear on the eyelash Have you reflected the lines of the sheet more than once? So, all the pages of books have been written? There will be books that were before us. Is it like before again? And the song that she sang? I'm in my thoughts in the silence of the night, — Did it also sound and smolder once? Will it light up again, going out in me...? On the shelves of forgotten, unspoken words, The happy dawn was already smiling. And the most beautiful dream ever lived., He has already left and will leave his mark. Is it according to the strict will of the Creator's idea — And the mirror remembers the old features. Someone else's smile on someone else's face, They stare out of the cold, dull blackness. It's an echo of old voices., It's a vicious circle with no end. The hands of a dead celestial clock, They're hitting us right in our hearts again. So, this tear on the eyelash, Have you reflected the lines of the sheet more than once? So, all the pages of books have been written? There will be books that were before us. Is it like before again? And the song that she sang? I'm in my thoughts in the silence of the night, — Did it also sound and smolder once? Will it light up again, going out in me...?