Пётр Мамонов - Он среди ночи проснется
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He will wake up in the middle of the night
Smoke (aaa)
Then he smokes
Yes Yes
He is in the middle of the night he he
He will wake up in the middle of the night
then he smokes smoke cigarette
The flame of the match will survive
between the fingers, as if between the fingers
Country is constant then, of course, it will go out
Then it will go out
Yes yes he
In the middle of the night he will wake up
He will wake up in the middle of the night
Smoke cigarette
Between the fingers
he is heavily
Flame of matches
after
It will go out later
it
P-fuss
And when it p-pushes the T-darkness, it becomes even darker
This smell is almost like that
He is directly visible among the smoke
Well, then
Tot Tot K-Kotya lit a cigarette with a cigarette,
In their corner
curtains and they are zzzzzzzzzzab in a dark strand
They will pacify there
They are curtains in the corner
clog and a person will see the sky
through
dusty glass
With
raid
He will see opposite the house a big black quiet and huge
at the intersection of the flashlight into the distance, the one -looking coal and red.
Yes
and
Night and red coal
just like a cigarette in his long dark gray fingers
He will see and he will see
He will lie on the couch will be covered with a blanket
and (a)
bye
he
Man (a)
who saw a lot like that while you were sleeping sweetly, it slept there
and then the sky shines outside the window already ends and (a)
only
except for a dark square (a)
A quiet house opposite
The sky brightens

(uh-ou)
there is absolutely no noise of cars here
Because the crowd houses (uh-o-o-o)
Narrow crooked lanes
Cats
On their tails they have dust (b-ba-ba)
and on the faces of the old women is also dust (b-ba-ba)
The old women are gray
And when a ray of sun looks here (Ba-Ba-Baa-Ba-Ba)
then he sees only a puddle in the middle of the yard
there is a torn ball stucco ligature of the cornice (UOO)

Ba-Ba-Baa-Baau
e e e ee

Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Baa-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BRRUB-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA
Ba-Ba-Brrub-Brrub-Brrab
Ba-Ba-Bubrrubu-Brruba-Bab
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Bab Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba

Belbelebebale
Balebelabebele
BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA
Lebelabe
BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BA
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WA
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WA
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WA
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UO (IN)
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in the city I stand alone
The fog is spinning
I see on the glass
as if the morning is flowing in tears
My path becomes even
endless waltz
The homeless circle of waltz
Drings
fog
There is a deception on their faces
Deception on faces
I am alone I stand completely alone
I'm waiting for who will be my partner, I have a sad red wedge
drove
I have a sad thin trace on the branches