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This is a song of sorrow is an old bouquet
Outside the window of the apartment along the road walk
And someone else's fate is a forgotten butleg
I wind on the imagination of the coil

I do not come in nightmares, but in long dreams
The gaze through the glass merges with the landscape
Arrows tremble on wall watches
And everything is acquired in eternity

I see only characters from Hoffmann
Children's pictures in which someone is creepy
The energy of the cosmos froze in the half -smile
flowing through these dancing letters

Then the whole world seems like a song of sorrow
We hide gold in trust funds
In the hands of the old watchman sebaceous candle
He bypasses the possessions of the current dead

The five of the man did not touch anything
she is located on top of the blanket
I see this dream or he sees me
The beep does not disturb the silence of the station

other people's windows are like sudden engravings
We only have modern antiquity
past witnesses de facto and de Yure
My song of sorrow flutters like a bird

the old dog cannot be taught new tricks
but the old horse will not spoil the furrow
what is more important, I will recut
on one sour mine to any outcome

I would have a courtesy in the fields made a record
and went on business to a store or bank
or would take out a whimsical body out of town
what else itchs quietly somewhere from the inside

So the work flows into leisure
Mastery becomes a professional
The number of bitches is also rubbed
How the statute of limitations of the crime expires

The memory of childhood going
not available but the new "I" has not composed yet
In the silence of the twilight inaction
I enjoy it until they get an account

The offended deity is a jealous supernight
Lustful artificial intellect
I can not pay off with everyone at a time
Write on credit an eclectic lunch

My crusade does not lead to a goal
After all, he lost all his ideas in him
like a sacred fire before an ancient rite
In strong fingers, the wick no longer smolders