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These things crush on my head,

They don't even let she sleeps!

They drive into a dead end.

They ruin me and I get nasty outside. My lips

Sweet from sparkling wine -

I drink and think about it.

I will never leave the line,

Because i need.

I have to be alone today,

In a hundred thousandth gray

Rainy dark evening.

Not tomorrow, but at the moment live.

I will definitely find those seeds,

Who want to sift.

I have to be here, yes, it is.

And maybe I don't look with melancholy song

To all these dirty things,

If my path was not so long.

In the meantime, I'm here. Still believe,

What will come to my apartment offer to live

In another way, a little differently.

And it will be less difficultly.