калика - дети
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Children are playing snowballs on my grave
The May calendar prophesies to me If only
Sing, my larynx, and everything can be better
Drink my bottle, old me from a dream

Children are playing snowballs on my grave
The May calendar prophesies to me If only
Sing, my larynx, and everything can be better
Drink my bottle, old me from a dream

A flower from an icy crust will become a flame
Ringed with malice and forever forced by it, fuck
Probably it would be right to leave everything there
But dear truth does not like poisoned

Forgotten in the body, naked
Among the slums, I run there
Eternal autumn
Leaves are falling on my head
I remember every moment, like a fatherland
The word is dead, but it was said, fuck, before God

All our phrases through the years - a broken phone
All the papers that we wrote together are crumpled
Than everything ended?
Nothing, fucking nothing, shit
God's dandelion suddenly turned into earth

The story is over, sunsets have changed to night
And the children dance, they keep dancing - as if nothing matters to them
I lie under them, becoming dust
The new me will never become reality

Children are playing snowballs on my grave
The May calendar prophesies to me If only
Sing, my larynx, and everything can be better
Drink my bottle, old me from a dream

Children are playing snowballs on my grave
The May calendar prophesies to me If only
Sing, my larynx, and everything can be better
Drink my bottle, old me from a dream

Children are playing snowballs on my grave
The May calendar prophesies to me If only
Sing, my larynx, and everything can be better
Drink my bottle, old me from a dream

Children are playing snowballs on my grave
The May calendar prophesies to me prophesies If only
Sing my larynx, and everything can be better
Drink my bottle, old me from a dream