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I'm lying on the couch I am waiting for my april
All strings are torn on my old guitar
In some blue bar in a frenzy frenzy
the one that he loved gives to affection
but I don't know how to kill my sadness
and it’s a pity that days that sailed to the distance
I made a lot of mistakes and it became bad
after failure in all their affairs
and to dust turned into what I believed
And luck does not knock on my door
And only boredom pierces my soul
I'm afraid that she will someday strangle me
Somewhere someone from someone and once
Under the curtained uper in an unfamiliar hut
With some Katya on a crumpled bed
Woke up good morning or maybe enough

Or maybe enough to do it

Maybe enough to blow up and be killed
Can try to achieve respect
And in a sober form of the house appear
Shout don't shout not to hear you in the night
Read the prayer to yourself but don't be silent
Look for the keys to the casteful
If you want to try the fruits forbidden lives
Sometimes specifically words fly by person
still go forward, don't listen to the scoundrels
Remember the words of fathers and mothers
be kindly more neat and stronger in spirit
Such phrases per day 4 times
Braza said to me the one that went into God
And at the threshold of the house, my mother always waited for me
She will forgive me for what matured early
She will lick the wounds and always understand
tightly in maternal to the chest will press
when she drowned herself kept afloat
and I showed the sting did not show pity
Listen now to my words
I am very sorry that I was indifferent to you
in the throat lump from the words that the son happened
I'm just afraid that I could not become a person
Somewhere someone from someone and once

Under the curtained uper in an unfamiliar hut

With some Katya on a crumpled bed

Woke up good morning or maybe enough

Or maybe enough to do it

Maybe enough to blow up and be killed

Can try to achieve respect

And in a sober form of the house appear