Сердце Дурака - 21-й в полыни
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Twenty -first, born in wormwood,
Under a stupid rhythm, under a cheerful laughter,
In quarantine reservation
With expressing eyes, stupid, like everyone else ...
Hey, people in the bushes, take places,
Bring with you, come to look:
Twenty -first, wormwood, got up from the knees,
He raised his head, was about to take off.

But smoke on the balcony
Do not go barefoot
Twenty -first, born in wormwood.
Yes, so as not to become smart,
We need to leaf through the books
Twenty -first, born in wormwood.
From the womb into sin
Running starts
Twenty -first, born in wormwood.

Doctors and doctors, from now on
This is your most important patient:
In the twenty -first, born in wormwood,
There is no healthy place -
Everywhere bunches of ulcers, in the gray brain - cancer,
A set of chromosomes is confused to hell ...
According to the analyzes, it turned out - a sick fool,
And the consumption rots in the chest with a wheel,

So smoke on the balcony
Do not go barefoot
Twenty -first, born in wormwood.
Yes, so as not to become smart,
We need to leaf through the books
Twenty -first, born in wormwood.
From the womb into sin
Continues to run
Twenty -first, born in wormwood.

Twenty -first, born in wormwood.
In the midst of suffering, freedom outside.
Twenty -first, with steel eyes,
Contrary to everything, you are pleasant to me.
Let you sing not in the way, let it look like hell,
And keeps your appearance of his features,
Despite this, I'm still glad
What did you meet,

But smoke on the balcony
Do not go barefoot
Twenty -first, born in wormwood.
Yes, so as not to become smart,
We need to leaf through the books
Twenty -first, born in wormwood.
From the womb into sin
Running starts
Twenty -first, born in the wormwood of the century.