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Lost my temper, became anxious

The world is still not defined

I rush from one part of the city to another

Like a moth

To the light of the windows, before it's too late, and you haven't drawn the curtains

The rain seemed to warn, flooded my hair

Spoiled the flowers, the Auchan bag didn't help to hide the candies

I am the sweetest person in the world if you're not on the list

Two pupils and a smile are just enough to lose my memory

And I got lost in this time, forgot myself in the city, ran away from school, work and home

Like a tightrope walker on the thinnest wire, but like a bad tightrope walker, who is not a pity

Who doesn't bring flowers even to the grave, because there is no one, because everyone he loved died

And not a single person, there is not a single person left to honor his memory only

A drunken watchman will put cheap candies, and a light wind

Will wipe the dust off the tombstone

That's how I am I see the result, that's why I'm glad when I'm not poor, I'm glad when there's a light

Maybe they're waiting for dinner somewhere, that's how I see myself and everything without purpose and dignity

If only I could, if only I had the strength to kill

This weak body, stupid brain, and black soul, I would have drowned it properly in the waves

But I'm already standing in the hallway, two turns, they don't like idiots, no, they just follow them, and believe in a happy tomorrow

Into home comfort, disposable slippers for guests and cufflinks

The elevator goes down to the very bottom, thoughts fly away somewhere

You're waiting for me downstairs, standing there smoking, oh, if only I had the strength

I've gotten confused in this life a hundred times

I thought about how to quickly forget about it

This wonderful moment deprived me of your scarlet eyes

And I tried to remember that summer without hindrance

While the artist paints a picture

And the driver drives the car in the right direction

I watch the couple under butyrates

And time is already floating upstream

It seemed there was no parallel, but the peculiarities of this nature

Always interfere with someone and become a target

Just like me when she loaded the Makarov

At 3 am and pointed it straight at my neck

The foolish one did not yet know the meaning of those moments

When we hugged to the song of the Beatles

Inspiration is not about words, it is about time

In which I woke up on the floor killed

While the policeman conducts a search in the house

And the cook finishes preparing for the banquet

She is in a red dress and not in a gray robe

Smiling, she asks him for a cigarette

Yes, yes listen, well, no excuses are needed here

As if love ended and everything was over again

Heroes of new stories, you understand the old ones

Just forget