x-foby - Два десятка лет
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The next concert came to an end.
Someone drinks beer, someone lets smoke,
And I'm going home alone again,
He went into himself. For everyone as if deaf-naked.

And it seems to be familiar the sea, the wallet is not empty,
And again I am going home alone.
The usual gates, key turn,
Empty room, neighbors at work.

I dreamed of freedom, I got what I wanted
Behind every new turn of life is a bunch of new things,
This - did not have time, then it did not work out
I dreamed of a completely different adult life in childhood.

Go to find a girlfriend for the night, don't rush already,
And those that are in the soul, for thousands of miles for permanent residence,
God, as much as possible, I seem to try,
Life is just beginning, and everything is falling from the hands.

No, I'm not complaining, I will fight on,
Overcome, break, build, how else?
Find a solution in drugs, quit,
I grew up in the nineties, I saw children's eyes,

How in the entrances they scored half a death
Boys who got to this fishing rod,
I saw the tears of mothers that they were buried after,
This is not a solution, no matter what they say there.

Hang under the ceiling or open -
This is the destiny of the weak. I will fight further.
Let me be scared, I don't deny it,
But we overcome any fear in any way.

There were also settles, there were also blows from behind
He survived, rose, something for the sake of
I buried my friends, I was dying twice,
In order to understand yourself once ...

I escort the sunset, meet the dawn,
But I still have not even two decades,
I see and again violate the ban,
But I still have not even two decades,
Mom to "yes" answered the word "no",
I saw a gray -haired color appeared in my head,
Someone cursed, and I forgave back
But I still have not even two decades.

I remember how in childhood I always rushed to extremes:
Either black or either white - walking fundamental.
Now I understand that I was soared to the fool, I repent.
I used to relax, but now just

I do not strain. I try to figure it out
And do not immediately fight, although I do not neglect the face,
I just know who, for what, why and how many times
It is necessary to hit the head.

Life resembles any RPG
At the most difficult level - everything is thought out:
Bricks fall, slings are torn,
But only more experience, much more experience.

Stopudovo at the end of the tour awaits a large and tasty prize,
But the road is blocked by the new fate of the whim,
I hear the whisper of the guardian angel: "Hold on!",
I jump up and, the mother of Newton, fall down,

I cling to the cornice, safe and sound again,
Someone came up helped, someone passed by.
No insults - before he himself was like that,
Type, transitional age, then reduced the ardor,

Day after day adding more adequacy
In the solutions of certain troubles.
Became more often retireed,
It is better to understand the wider and deeper in people.

I still have not figured out only myself,
I tried more than once, but by zero.
Ask what - I'll give you advice,
And he never succeeded.

But nevertheless, not everything is lost yet,
More precisely, nothing really is lost.
Spirit in the body, and thank God,
So you can take a new step on life.

I escort the sunset, meet the dawn,
But I still have not even two decades,
I see and again violate the ban,
But I still have not even two decades,
Mom to "yes" answered the word "no",
I saw a gray -haired color appeared in my head,
Someone cursed, and I forgave back
But I still have not even two decades.