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We just be sad, we don't need an incentive here
Get lost in the crowd and weave somewhere
City spine crunches underfoot
Our murdered youth is taken away by an ambulance

Red eyes are thrust with insomnia
My children's dreams are buried in the sandbox
Drunk love sees dreams in the corridor
She is happy, the symptoms will indicate this

Hematomas on the heart, bull bullies
Let in his soul left dirt
Go nowhere to come to anyone
Die on a signal to live by call

A blade through the veins I draw a tragedy
Live on Sartre Quote Hegel
Carry up the grave of love
Bad habit, began to be sad again

In the final of life you will see only credits
I documented this joy to the filter itself
Shut up sins again to be impunity
Real reality will not be shown to us

Grinkle in business, drown in a mortgage
Work without seeing how the children grew up
Break the mirrors to score the doors with boards
This life has become too adult for us

Stumble on happiness to land in despondency
Listen to Zemfira, cut tendons
masks and images, puzzle crumbled
Love is huta, but bent in spasms