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You are an open book with a banal plot
Autumn winter spring Summer
Where are you, you are spinning in this wheel
Be like everyone else's learning
You are an open book with a banal plot
Autumn winter spring Summer
Where are you, you are spinning in this wheel
Be like everyone else's learning

Everything will work out, it's just
Embryo, child, teenager
Young man, elderly man
Between them is still an average age
Crossing these lines
You are crawling, then running
Either in the louse, or the mouse
It doesn't matter, live yourself accumulate fat
And in the end you still lie
If I tried, in a tree red
And if not, then in a tree simple
At least run, though go
And one finale - you are buried
Under the earthen layer
And so that the shepherd does not flood there
Your suffering was in vain
Nothing is waiting for you now
Unlike worms
They are waiting for a cool dinner
For worms you are just meat
But for the system you have always been
So don't strain
You remained the same as you were
Only the wires disappeared
And fashion devices
IPhone is not needed in the coffin
Loans are not needed
And even to a restaurant for dinner
Do not go to the cold
Crossing puddles
All this will forever remain outside
And you will remain prisoner of wood
May you not know miracles in this life
But you lived honestly
You were a great mediocre
A good slave knew his place

You are an open book with a banal plot
Autumn winter spring Summer
Where are you, you are spinning in this wheel
Be like everyone else's learning
You are an open book with a banal plot
Autumn winter spring Summer
Where are you, you are spinning in this wheel
Be like everyone else's learning
You are an open book
You are an open book
You are an open book