пульс - Смотрим в небо
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Oddly enough, but there are no ideas at all
In the morning I remember this night with port
Was I alone, I don't remember at all
I puzzle my head that was yesterday afternoon
Standing on the 14th floor, look at the sky
On crumpled sheets we write these poems
And every day letting the adrenaline through the veins
Every night I spend at the computer with Puer

No matter how it is at first, it will be easier
Will get drunk at night
I will smoke cigarettes even more
After all, it makes no sense, there is no more sense
And no matter how strange everyone is
I will write even more lines without problems
And this city will always be with me
I am glad that after all this I remained myself ...
And what kind of meaning I am in my tracks
And what kind of people live in these enters
-"What happened before ??"
-"Yes, everything is the same, only I became older"
-"What will be next??"
-"Everything is the same, I will write lines on this balcony,
If in 10 years it is not closed "
I constantly think "what is my purpose ??"
"Or is it hidden in the urban course ??"
I want to write these lines, standing so high
The flesh here, flying away far .......
Gray roads, above the heads of clouds
Alcohol dependence here is preschool
VKontakte, familiar faces
Sitting alone, it cannot sleep all the way

I would like to write these lines forever
They will ask me - "Do I love this city ??"
I will answer "Of course .."
We will remain all the topic all the way that these streets know
These pillars below are not familiar faces
Everyone goes somewhere, as if looking for something
Now it would also be bad to go
Go without knowing where
And in the head with sarcasm "Well, yes !!"
A muddy picture, what was it?
Gray puffs of smoke do not help for the first time ...
Quietly on the steps, I climb higher
And again the thought how I love this roof
From here you can see the city, the domes of buildings are visible
Each sunset will remain in my subconscious
Fresh air, the wind blows into the back
Above the head the sky is cloudy, light blue
You can see the embankment, in a reddish light
Visible the coast of the Irtysh in the morning dawn
Thoughts come with the evening wind
Sadness comes at the same time
When the sun rises from the horizon
When we write something on these crumpled sheets ...