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As if a shaman were protecting against deception.

I repeat the mantra "anna na na na na na."

And just recently I was walking home from university.

Even as a student, a carefree burden.

The years have flown by, we've changed a little.

And the question has arisen: why the hell did we study there? So that money would trickle in, so that I could live better than my enemy

In short, empty talk and such nonsense

I say yes, yes, yes, but I think differently

So that those who gave us loans would be made richer together

Higher exchange rates, lower interest rates, I think I'm tired

And I remembered at the wrong time that I never dreamed of this

I dreamed of swinging a shovel and sweeping the asphalt with a broom

So that damn work would seem like a game to me

Instead of money, there were fruits, and in general, I was a monkey

Pulling on only an apron, I walked, shaking my ass

And so that I would live not in an apartment, but in a dacha outside the city

In general, I was like those who were born richer

And now I remember my high school days

In the evenings, instead of reading books, I play football

And that's why my grade was a C

If I went back there, I would start all over again

Instead of a C, give me a C, I would barely pronounce

Lying on a pillow, pronouncing the words

At the end of the year, I would like to remain in second place

I've said everything I would have continued to get enough sleep in class.

Remembering those years, I try to smile.

It's difficult, like throwing space into society and returning.

Landing in the hallway and waking up to the bell.

Stars left behind, clouds obscured them.

The pause button is stuck, and there's no rewind either.

And I've been stuck on this planet for almost thirty years.

Like passengers waiting at a subway stop for a train.

In general, the choice isn't great.

If I had dreamed this, I'd have woken up long ago.

I'd stretch, wash, have lunch, and put on my shoes.

And I'd go, remembering things I can't tell.

And I advised those who wanted to penetrate to sleep.

To live through all the stages with frank regret.

In a perfect world, this is a very stupid idea.

Everyone would openly tell me their objections.

About my experiments with degradation in my sleep.

There's also the meaning of the logo on the back, upside down.

Truth and fiction mixed in the bearded one. A joke

But by not taking it seriously, I managed to laugh.

So I decided to stay here a little longer.

Among these passengers until the end of the experiment.

Concentrating the currents of the present moment.

Watching from the shadows the millions of similarities.

How people's exploits and days pass by, repeating themselves.