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Hippie who he?

Hippie who he?
The hippie is the one who is in love with all.
Life drops the simple person.
And the hippie once does not despond.

If I was the river

I stand at a window.
In him now I look.
And past people, as if bullets fly by.
Where they run do not know,
Where they fly, do not know.

I stand at a window.
I think of life,
She runs and as if the bullet flies by.
Where she runs does not know,

I shall revenge

Night...
Night I go along the street,
Cool air I breathe.
Minutes later three walking were heard with a voice behind,

My night dream.

אהבה

I am floating above clouds,
I fly above the ground.
I am floating above clouds,
I stroke them I can a hand.

Not divided love.

אהבה

You have been dressed in a tatter.
And I have thought not when,
I shall not grow fond such.

But time went,
Went, went ...
And we have a little matured.
You it is more beautiful began, I was cleverer.

Song of the bicyclist.

I press, I press, and I on a pedal press,
With mountain, from mountain, from mountain as a bird I
fly.
I hasten, I hasten, I hasten.
Towards to a rainbow - an arch.

War for our souls

אמונה

Hey, regain consciousness from bewitched dreams,
In fact your life, as one instant.
We should not prove time,
That we not lost generation.