The winter has gone, devastating me to the bottom,
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But the main thing is that in a close circle, while everyone is alive
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I eagerly catch motives at the open window
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So long awaited spring
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With its usual combination of sounds,
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In which there are no novelty effects
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What is so disgusting cuts the ear
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Simple notes, clearly not up to sleep
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And this minus from my columns will soon delight you,
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And the breeze is careless, but stubborn
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Tears off the leaves, beats on the binding of the window frame
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I cover here with my brothers without ads
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And we don't care about the day, the habit of doing everything at night
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Over a cup of tea or something stronger
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You understand, it's easier
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Do not pay attention to the headwind,
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It will soon subside and a leisurely evening will come
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Will light the fires, wash the streets with water
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And we will feel how the city smells in spring
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We are waiting for changes and have a positive attitude
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We burn monitors, charging in all directions
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We are waiting for changes and have a positive attitude
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We burn monitors, charging in all directions
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We are waiting for changes and have a positive attitude
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We burn monitors, charging in all directions
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We are waiting for changes and have a positive attitude
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We burn monitors, charging in all directions
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The smell of shawarma and the subtle aroma of profit
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Damp and rainy, looking forward to the tide
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Not on the way - happily, and do not burn fuel in vain
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The wipers walk lazily, there are drops on the windshield
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Extinguished in everyday life, castles dissolved in the air
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Someone recuperates after a miss
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If there is enough gunpowder, and I control myself
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Haven't seen rubbish for a long time, in large sizes
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Black painted iron fence
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I rarely visit my father, I go in the gate creaks
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The meeting is short and as bitter as vodka
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Buried snow fell, a layer of fluff smooth
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Sparrows on the branches, I breathe in oxygen
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Everything that breathes and lives, your and my city
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Where everyone cooks in something, changing facial expressions
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With the last strength I try not to break |