| Walked between the fences of neighboring graves
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| To the brown crater, in bags instead of shoe covers
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| On both legs. |
| Squishing their feet in the slush
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| They yielded, not knowing who followed whom and how to go
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| We feared this and waited. |
| Heaviness on the heart
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| Farewell glances clouded, succumbing to tears
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| Guests with six flowers, three handfuls with wreaths
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| Dark hole, bright memory
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| How solemnly and cheerfully the father holds himself
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| At his mother's funeral, out of town
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| In the area given over to mourning, he is my model
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| Sample of life. |
| Bury
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| We protect children from hitting reality
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| They will still have time, because they will bury us
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| I will tell them something, read it out
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| I will make sure that it is not painful for them
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| Come on, fate, come on
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| Hold on dude, hold on
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| Come on, fate, come on
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| Hold on dude, hold on
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| Come on, fate, come on
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| Hold on dude, hold on
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| Come on, fate, come on
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| Hold on dude
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| For some reason I remembered from the past beauties
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| And each glass, and they are in high heels
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| Boots and slender coats, puffy jackets
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| Everything is covered in snow, either a winter resort or here in the city
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| Reminds me of New Years. |
| you with champagne
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| Come, all dancing with a female company,
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| But who are these girls? |
| I was together with everyone
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| But they are not familiar. |
| What should they do here?
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| One artist remembered the track in the playlist
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| There the words are: "Love everyone - drink * affairs"
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| Yes, I’ve been drunk too - and he’s right,
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| But f*cking like this is like wishing everyone well
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| Happiness and love. |
| Bad what? |
| Yes, nothing
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| Thirst to sting was carried away by the cemetery
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| On this bitter day you see the whole essence of things
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| Shameful garbage I will sweep in the brain, and in general
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| Now, when I am strong, so sharp and perspicacious
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| What I see through and through the turf, and the bones, and the navel of the Earth
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| I see that my ass is my ass, but I don't give a shit
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| I will run twenty
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| I will show miracles to my boys
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| And in girls to resurrect a living antidepressant
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| And I will, of course, fade away in depression
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| And climb out of the fuck with an atomic submarine
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| Come on, fate, come on
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| Hold on dude, hold on
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| Come on, fate, come on
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| Hold on dude, hold on
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| Come on, fate, come on
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| Hold on dude, hold on
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| Come on, fate, come on
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| Hold on dude, hold on |