Longing creeps along the perimeter,
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A gloomy aunt grazes from the window, the same gloomy area.
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He speaks little and rudely
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He smokes while we pour bullets in the back room.
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While the root of the whole action is sitting in the back room.
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The locality has already changed, it blows where I killed my childhood.
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Will bill me one of these days,
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I saw birds, they swore they would come again.
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The term of half-naked poplars gave a salute,
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Kent told me yesterday: "I'm going to quit soon, too."
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Crowns on the ground, nasty weather, youth in wine.
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Rain drip-drip-drip.
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Who will tell you how many suitcases we should take for a long distance?
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I did not argue with her, I agree that the world has become like hell.
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I was silent, but did you want to leave? |
No.
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Understand, forgive, leave, erase,
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Doubt and throw you along the way.
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The yellow districts stole me
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Yellow areas do not know love.
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Understand, forgive, leave, erase,
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Doubt and throw you along the way.
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The yellow districts stole me
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Yellow areas do not know love.
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My province is dormant in a pile of leaves
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In the most invisible, lonely city of the country
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Smoke rings fly into the sky, smoke from windows
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Bazaars are all about who will be given how much time.
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Who gave us permission to mess around like that?
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Scratch steel so that the boy does not become.
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Got off the rails of the punks, I hear the noise of the evening,
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These devils are looking for his body to hang together.
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Someone took out the batteries and the clock stopped.
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Brains squeezed tesks, where they gave flour, noses disappeared there
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And in the old ripples the bath rings, you will be alone.
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Is it necessary to live like this, brother, tell me? |
For the soul.
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The sky is crying in fact, believe me son.
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Don't get loaded on the threshold, open the door, don't piss.
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There you will see me, rumpled in tension,
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To the station of a hurrying chela at half past five in the morning.
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The street will meet you with cold and not happy taxis.
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The platforms at the station are covered in leaves and dirt.
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Destined to be late, but it's not a pity
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My smoky essence and Polina's sadness, uncle.
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I lost you somewhere here
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I'm tired of looking, I won't find it anymore.
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A long road of snow, a well-trodden path,
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Yesterday was the last time you kissed my chest.
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I will go to nowhere and emptiness,
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And it's empty there, emptiness.
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I will go to nowhere and emptiness,
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And it's empty there, emptiness. |