Airport, excellent, I haven’t missed it for so many years at all
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The face of the border guard, expressing nothing
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Although no, it still expresses my feelings:
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On the path of the puppy's intestines, go to school through mud and rubble
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On his face the stench is written in the train shock described
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On the face is the same truth as the guard of the club where I did not get through
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On his face fifty-fifty, the silence of the neighbors in the elevator -
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With this face, he leafs through my passport, doubts the font
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“Taxi service, Fiat car. |
Didn't understand, expect you? |
Call back"
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"Moment, moment, moment"
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The taxi driver glanced, spat at the asphalt, I also spat at the asphalt
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It can be called "Hello, hello, hello"
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I didn't take the flowers, and I shouldn't
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Hello Hello hello
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I'm waiting for this along the way
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Bouquet, bouquet, bouquet
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I didn't take the flowers, and I shouldn't
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Hello Hello hello
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I'm waiting for this along the way
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Bouquet, bouquet, bouquet
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Hello, the city of my distant childhood, here I am
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You seem to have become better, they say, but I don't care
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For a long time my anchors lie on other shores
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Now I won’t meet a sidekick here, but there was a detachment
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I resisted to the point of pain, I gained early erroneous experience
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Bad story - a knife wound as a keepsake to me right here
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The city turned the drum for all of us - the whole company played the game
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It's all hard to believe now: with a return ticket in my pocket, I
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You are shallow, dry, you are wiped out, like a hundredth sweater after washing
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Broken, always looking sleepy, curtained so that you can't see me
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I knew everything around and through, but here I am not my own and not a guest
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The city where I crawled along a black striped zebra
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I didn't take the flowers, and I shouldn't
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Hello Hello hello
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I'm waiting for this along the way
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Bouquet, bouquet, bouquet
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I didn't take the flowers, and I shouldn't
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Hello Hello hello
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I'm waiting for this along the way
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Bouquet, bouquet, bouquet
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Taxi considers idle until turning one hundred meters
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To the old yard on foot from the car, hands in coat pockets
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Now there is a cigarette stall, there was a newsstand, but it burned down
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Five-story gray end and off-street parking
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I changed countries and cities. |
It's strange, but I'm not drawn here
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To go on the threshold and sob, where I have been disappearing for so long
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I'm ready, show yourself, 4-entrance facade
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From here your addressee dropped out exactly half a lifetime ago
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She remained untouched, but there is darkness behind the door
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This is my children's room
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With a bunch of cars and robots, everything is exactly the same in it
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How did I ever leave it there
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Yes, let this pile of rubbish disappear
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Who needs these posters, games, cassettes, textbooks?
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Keep it, I don’t see, mom, a reason
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Take it and just throw it all away, why do you need it?
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My old mother lives like in a dream. |
Well, what about her?
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Her son has matured a long time ago, but she does not want to believe everything
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She still comes into the nursery and hears my laughter in it
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A taxi is waiting for me - she is again waiting for loneliness
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I didn't take the flowers, and I shouldn't
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Hello Hello hello
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I'm waiting for this along the way
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Bouquet, bouquet, bouquet
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I didn't take the flowers, and I shouldn't
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Hello Hello hello
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I'm waiting for this along the way
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Bouquet, bouquet, bouquet |