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Whisper

Whisper
Hysterical laughter
The voice is that
He does not give rest he groans
I hear a cry for help
As if drowning
I inhale caustic smoke
With a taste of bitterness
A hoarse voice
Everything is also in a whisper
Suggesting confidence
So as not to lose pride
In proud loneliness
In an empty room
Bells cold
Piercing the walls naked
They are running out of the nerves
The soul freezes
The trees are also whispering
Foliage of husk
The wind whistle
Scattering along the road
The yellow newspapers of the page
As well as streets
I walk on them
The noise of the wheels
Dust of roads
Everything is my own
I find a lot about this
I do not feel my legs
But I do not dare to stop going
And a dark night in a whisper
I will dispel the silence

Chorus:
A whisper past the houses
Leaving everything here
Topot
And millions after
Who is guilty of this
And what are the questions now
Whisper
The decayed cigarettes

A whisper of an old box
Bride figures
Notes are scarce
Blood pours on the heart for days
Corners and nooks
In the mouth of the tube
Calmly
Or you are a doctor
Or deceased
Outside of the hustle and bustle
Along narrow lanes
The men's shadow froze
Now it is part of the drawings
I pull the curtains nervously
Who am I? What am I?
Met a hero
Now I'm a fruit
In the law of Newton
Jacking along the gorge
Smoke peeped
Determining with the steam
Mashed
He fell on the tile
Hello
Autumn is getting hotter
That snow will go
Here's something
Yes, yellow-red
The voids flooded
Passions flared up
The words were old
I love yesterday
Today is vnes
Drunk hit the service
Whisper
There is so much stomp in the room
Today I'm just killed
And then what?

Chorus.

Behind me
Lines obliquely
So remembered
These breaths are simpler
Go to the touch
Listen to the void with your own eyes
Wolf traces
They are swept away by gunpowder
And I didn’t think of it
For the sake of benefit
To absorb poison
Yes, I'm not the hero
And I'm not yours
Change password
Or play pain
You remember that story
It's just a sound
This is just a whisper
Let someone forget
But why is it still burning like this
Films
On the quiet path stereo
In the crowd of people, I'm still alone
And I look lost
Why don't I believe them
Probably reflexes are simple
And a quiet tie
We will slip on the rails
Minors of points exactly sharpen
Accents for them
I'm drooping
Reading someone else's diary
There is nothing
Only light from a running train
Snow at the bottom
And axioms instead of hypotheses