It dawned on me!
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It's as simple as cosine and sine
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Those with whom I hung out together
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They will hang with me on the same aspen
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What creaks and groans in spring, summer, autumn and winter
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Fatum gave an ultimatum
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Nemesis threatened
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But did we listen? |
No
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They let go in a circle
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And forced fortune
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Do blowjob
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Arise like a pillar
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A palpably serious truth
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Shortly before death
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In the midst of cirrhosis hell
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Suddenly I remember the joys of youth:
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Endured difficulties without a degree
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Covering stupidity with a fig leaf of reason
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it was scary even to carry one in a knapsack
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I missed the moment when we fucked up
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Turned around a hundred and eighty
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On one of the parties to zero we will accelerate as much
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Let's go off the wheels in search
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Sudden and ridiculous death
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Collect after through the forest
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Cry and don't believe!
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I will remember my mother and her selfless love
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In search of an analogue, I search the world a lot
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And I won't find it. |
I will fill the world with my notes
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I sincerely regret that I didn’t say thank you,
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But it will naturally be too late
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And children's tears will run down the adult face
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This pain will outshine the liver in strength and in general
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Perhaps here I will die
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You hear your mother's voice: she believes and loves so much
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Mom eats work - hours, weeks, minutes
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Can you carry out betrayal?
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Like: "Get off! |
Let everything go to hell!”
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Mom is right
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Accept duties to have rights
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You should be louder than water and taller than grass
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And don't burn this grass, don't drink this water
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She didn’t give everything to you so that you, a moron
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It all pissed off and exchanged for zero
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While you were swallowing Corvalol, I was throwing up somewhere, Mom
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Yes, mom, I'm going to the bottom, I'm going to the bottom, this is understandable and fool
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I go to the bottom and stick the wildebeest until it crunches
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I bite everyone's hands
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Am I devilishly happy or terribly sad,
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And you're still waiting for Lyosha to let go
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He lay down, but the head does not fit in the Procrustes bed
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You alone don't give a damn, even though it doesn't matter
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What is empty in both cells
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The first is the skull, the second is the chest,
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But lately I've been trying, you know
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Slow down the descent into the abyss: I cry, I kick
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I would even become a leech for a breath of air
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Yes, you're right: it's not easy here and you have to fight, yes
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Weak legs push off from the bottom of the well
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Finally get out and frighten those sitting next to you to rest
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Spread your lungs, try out-of-this-world food
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And get everyone else out
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You hear your mother's voice: she believes and loves so much
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Mom eats work - hours, weeks, minutes
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Can you carry out betrayal?
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Like: "Get off! |
Let everything go to hell!” |