In anticipation of a difficult meeting, the eyes hurt
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Rarely, but it comes, it reduces the muscles, it all hurts,
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And she still introduces her friends whom I know
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I remember one of them clearly, they call it Hate
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Then the second girlfriend Conscience brought bad news
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Your Soul sister jumped into the abyss with Love,
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Pity came in, then Anger, then Pain, then Passion And all apart!
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Night, in shreds of light, in shreds of dreams, in shreds "to be able",
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The heart knocks on the wall, lets rivers flow back in veins and dust
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The river of life and horror in the eyes, there is no strength and a little help
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The daughter is crying, the rain is screaming, the snow is howling, a sheaf of newspapers, a stop of rockets,
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Rocket, thoughts in a row, souls in a queue to hell Stop!!!
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Wet forehead shakes everything, poison in the eyes, gnashing in the mouth, cuts and burns the ear,
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The turn of the ford is blurred, the raft has sailed away!
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Close but far away sigh, I'll go along I don't want to wet my feet,
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There will be a better lesson. |
For what? |
Yes, because God does not love us.
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Another cry, death - yes, life - no! |
Stop!
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Changing to sobs chills, crawling on his knees again
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The ceiling brings the floor closer to the floor, this is shock, this is fear, this is fear
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Only salt on the lips, squeaking wounds, after laughter, after squealing
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In the temples, the pulse cannot close, do not fall asleep, there is only dregs on the icons
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A sharp look, a look back, again the line to hell,
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I'm glad at the throat, the flapping of wings tears in my hands, into powder
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Atmosphere on the trigger, on time we leave the lock on a click,
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I'm proud that I could do it, well, happiness is somewhere in the legs
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In the heart, however, the sand is far from Golgotha, it could not enter the world of art
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Next to the demon my appearance creeps, at a distance of a step
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Checkmate in life, checkmate in thoughts! |
Stop!
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Chills, a terrible look into nowhere, in the corner of the house
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Drooling is foaming at the mouth, the rain has poured down again the guest Silence,
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Only she is needed, the cry is no, the guest is yes, there is pain in the cheekbones
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In thoughts zero, you close your eyes white snow emptiness
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The bell breaks, the wire is easy to tear, even the current is silent!
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Incomprehensible conduct separation from the floor and fall,
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Splitting in the eyes and turning off what drives fear
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The touch of the cheek and the carpet close the eyes
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And a sound sleep hides a blurry picture with a cloud. |