Once there were dreams, a spark of hope flared up
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Gave flowers, wore clean clothes without holes
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It was a long time ago, as if it were not
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I was pointed by someone's finger, and everything flew
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The lines of my dreams remained unfinished
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Fragments of the past are long forgotten
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They built bridges under my feet
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Dreams remain, not affected by the real world
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Dogs are close to me now, they also dig in landfills
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There is no pedigree, they are mongrels, I’ll stroke them. It’s cold in winter, but I’m not at all up to art,
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But I go to museums, because feelings don’t warm up to warm up
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Mother gave the name, patronymic came from the old
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There is no need now for a surname - they are buried alive
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I did not walk behind, I did not break forward
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Rain fell from the sky - smiled
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Now not like everyone else, but similar
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Look at me I'm HOME...
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Quietly passing by - discussing
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Laugh when you need to cry - enjoy
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Crowds are growing, where they pronounce on those Bitter experience - give it, don't take it
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There are kilograms of pain in the heart, milligrams of peace
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Legs get tired of the will, although they walk on their own
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My days are like twin brothers
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They leave, I'm getting old, strong hugs
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Fate is not fair - undressed, threw
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The country has completely forgotten why mom gave birth
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My chest is filled with sadness, somewhere I hear pity
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Do not turn back, no, there is little left to go
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In the mirror I look broken, tears shed
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Life "well" lived - the truth of evil
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In a dirty face you will see a clean one
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Look into the eyes of a homeless dog
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Not like everyone else, but similar
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Look, I'm a bum
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I'm a bum, so what? Look what I look like |