Павлуша - 10. The End
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The world that is sweet in taste and full of palette
Your development is fired from the windows
I'm the same spectator and pretty cocooned
To then beautifully break free, with a groan.
Tired of wandering on uneven paths
We'll still end up under the lid of the coffin
Discharge at 220 and current through the wires
To end this hell in the end.
Forgive me for often testing fate
Alone, together, stayed on the game
Failed and drowned repeatedly
Quietly went to the bottom, thinking "that's it, I'm a corpse."
Forgive me for asking so much and often
And what I had, I did not always appreciate
I'll pay for it or pay after
Biting my lips, sitting on the curb near.
Those places that the meeting place cannot be changed
Tormenting the soul, slipping memories
Where are you, where am I. . .
Where are you, where am I. . .
And even though I tried not to die on the remnants of the past
I still every time killed every living thing in me
Just destroying the feelings of callousness
Step by step, turning into a ruthless monster.
I'm drying up both physically and mentally
Each time draining everything that splashes in a glass
To the limit of the line, almost a stone's throw away
The bar is not set too high, I just do not see myself with another.
I pass the tram lines
Throwing a glance at the bus stop and the people sitting nearby
But yesterday, at this very place, a guy was bent here
I don’t know from what, probably far kept the rules.
And the door is always open
Where any means are good at stake
Where everything that happens will not stop the cry of a baby
Where every speedboat lives until the heart stops.
Are you under someone or something
It doesn't matter, still in this life we are dependent
Or addicted and want to become at least someone
But just like that, without taking your fingers off, you scribble letters.
Do you believe in God or gods
Do not notice next to a flock of mediocre suckers
As soon as you rise, you boil, you hide your head in the sand
You wipe your forehead when they shake the term for you.
Look into your eyes or at your feet
Dreaming is a pity to stand out among the copies
Crossing the lane with your face up
You silently envy your friends in the corner picking your nose.
The best gift is life
The best woman that gave her to you
So why are you going down again
Leaving behind you without shame, your shit.
We kill pride when it's too late
Then breaks wildly bones
Open our eyes, we do not see subtleties
Successfully achieving a minimum of seriousness.
We only know how to whine, not trying to do something better
Dropping hands, no desire to peer deeper
And so insignificant, life passes hour by hour
Ridiculous volume, two stories thick.
And I came to your whole fucking world, to your whole miserable world
Let's run, don't stumble
So greedily lick live, it's war and peace
Smile at 32 teeth.
And do not look at how I suffer here
And whatever you do, there is always, it's the fucking "I"
Me and me again, strangled sympathy for people
After all, after death, everyone will forget me.
You sit down and silently smoke, with the thought that the result is not bad
But it is unlikely, there is something pinched in the chest
Last meeting, last song, last breath
Forget . . . turn around, go away.