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I do not want to think about it
Do not want to remember
Someone to tell it all
And relive
No one left
Whom I could love
And I do not see anything
What compelled to live
And time drags on a circle today that yesterday
And I became a prisoner , I cursed in some day in September
I dilute the rain or clouds crush
I have to leave the ticket price alone - life

I came up with these songs
Because I wanted to
But all this is empty
Even that did not have time
And my gray day
Not warm or swill , no grass
Neither flights of psychotropic
Neither the nuclear winter
I look at my body is probably just a network
I hate it - it should die
And I longingly look at the birds
Leaving us flocks
And we're here only to swing kicks ?

My last abode - Autumn - my eternal call
My eyes filled with red and yellow blood
Do not feel pain only fatigue and sadness
And confidence in the fact that here I will not be back
My hands dropped to his knees as a whip
I remember a series of humiliation and change your
I fucked look in light of foreign scientists
Illusions of hope in the past - there is no future