Roman Nikolaev Biography

Three hours of flight,
three thousand kilometers
and an immediate impulse keep us together
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I shall be fierce and grim with the emotions
That squeeze my throat and do not let me speak
I stand against those cold and bloodless creatures
With hate of those who thought me to be weak
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That abandoned dry well still recalls those who passed and who fell
Their tears and blood sprinkled into the well’s deep pure heart;
When you find it, do not fade away as they did,
But you should try to dwell as a mermaid in the deep and cold well
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It can bring all the pain that a man suffers from;
Let thy wish be upon all my years remained!
Out of a precious stone I’ve carved my destiny -
Very much consolation for the problems I’ve had
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“I need some sugar, ” she told me not understanding that sugar needs her
Those tiny particles of white pleasure lay on her tongue partially melting in the saliva
One would envy when I watched her swallow what was left
“Sugar is life, ” she said, oh my sugar lady
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