старательно рефлексирую - рейсовый автобус
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We ran out into the street in minus
Autumn cornices pulled their hands
and people are all uninteresting viruses
In jackets of sweatshirts and sweaters with deer
It would be nice to go on a bus on the bus
The area is too far
where no one knows the answer but
No one will get you there
Nobody will get you and will not tell you
that you are wrong miserable
And you will be hugged there and it will not matter
how to survive this winter long
No one notices the face on the streets
and hands with cuts will sparkle
but I'm tired that the egoists teach me not to be an egoist
I don't want more pain and fear anymore
in the tram of dampness with dampness
We run out into the street
Tomorrow will not come
We ran out into the street in minus
Autumn cornices pulled their hands
and people are all uninteresting viruses
In jackets of sweatshirts and sweaters with deer