First couplet:
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Night falls, in the heart - pain and fear.
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I'm standing at the ticket office, buying a bus ticket
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To a neighboring city. |
On the way again.
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Society is too strong a word.
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I take out my notebooks and sigh into the sky.
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We fly with the wind. |
lonely packages.
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I feel bad without you. |
What more i can say?
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I'm going to the kitchen. |
African tea will drive sadness.
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Everything is long gone. |
Tomorrow will be a day, the sun will come out again.
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Everything will clear the dream. |
I will go to the park. |
I will walk there.
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I'll go to the bank, cash out the cash. |
I am all alone.
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Illusory world. |
And I will leave the city, sit in the steppe.
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I sold the tv, got a jacket. |
I poured into a thermos
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Chifirnu, nishtyak. |
I spend the sunset, I meet the dawn.
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Salam to my old people.
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I love my family, what else can I say.
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Where is my love, fear and pain in my heart.
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I can't give up, brother. |
God forbid.
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I will reach the gate, no matter who the enemy is.
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I will reach the goal, fall into the ravine. |
I will fall into a ravine.
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Do you enjoy thinking like Freud? |
For me - according to Jung.
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Yunga, don't leave the yurt, there are, as always, selfish questions outside the window.
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Hold me, soul vulnerable. |
In the hope that I'm not past,
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Soul is born. |
And thank God that your comments do not feed me.
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My smart Tuesday, we honestly share fractions.
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I have no complaints, I am calm. |
My quiet backyard.
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And you can't dance the paso doble with the bulls.
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We are on Sadovoye, it doesn't matter if it's clouds or sunshine.
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Not cowardly, and on a star he is not drawn to the stars.
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The time will come, it will pull you into space, everything will be fine.
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Say goodbye to your relatives, braska. |
We'll go to the steppes,
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We will meet our brothers there. |
Let's disappear to the point.
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Everything that is forgotten, we will remember everything. |
Everyone does not understand.
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Only a few, in kind, brothers.
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And silence in words. |
On the table - tea, halva.
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Words, words, all this noise, all about the tragedy of life.
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But we leave quietly, we leave in silence.
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Into silence. |