8. Poetry (George)

I
High boot feels sadness under yellow sky,
But ahead of him sadness.
A pity the green convergences,
As a pity worms which crumpled by bread.

A hunter shouts from the sea floor
About unforgettable irrevocability of water
Dismal ridges of stones 
Cruel carpenter built long ago.

II
In the guise there is a good trait,
It deprives the rose of color.
It is like a pistol  
Near a sheet which is under the covenant.


Paris (George)

Paris…
A square in the form of face.
Airplane in the form of a curve.
My beloved! Come with me
Into that land, where Paris grows in the winter…


9. Guru Pandzhahay (instrumental) BG/George





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