Лена Перова - Местное время
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Local time, local morals
Destroying the rush, thirst for poison
Cheer up your will
I walk the sidewalk to pain

And it is not clear where I will sit down, where I will lie down
At which I will get a flask in an hour
And how much will I drink - who knows?
And my drunkenness - to whom is this flattering?

And drips from trees and caps leaves
Who now needs my casts so much
Minute per minute and the sun to someone
Slapped a slap in the face with a bent skewer

Blow like a blow, someone is a nightmare
Someone is a boat, someone mosquito
Who measures the time that measures time
Who burdens someone's burden and stirrup

To whom to saddle someone's will and life
Those who have a second and thought
To the one who is today, now and always
Who says only "no" or "yes"

And drips from trees and caps leaves
Who now needs these casts so much
Minute per minute and the sun to someone
Slapped a slap in the face with a bent skewer

And drips from trees and caps leaves
Who now needs my casts so much
Minute per minute and the sun to someone
Slapped a slap in the face with a bent skewer