Тома амот - Молотки стучат
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When I was a little boy
I often cried, remaining alone in the room,
From indignation - all this ends:
My mom, dad, grandmother and younger brother will die ...
Every night I waited - they will come for me ...
I was afraid to sleep without light in the dark,
I waited, waited, are about to appear those,
Who leads people to where
Where do they come from nowhere ...
Everyone is already ready for answers to questions,
And even the Molocosos will tell me life - this is pain,
Have at least a steel will and a steel fist ...
Sooner or later, the facts will become obvious, yes ...
Everything is so pointless that even talking about it is tiring, tiring!
We swiftly run to the final, how did everything get! Got it!
Among the thousands of those who called me Korefan, sorry for my hand,
Only one was honest, only one! And not a single one is the same clean,
Honest I have not met, I have not met! Over time, I noticed what?
That I myself get worse and worse,
In the morning, I get out of bed like a sweaty like a puddle,
As if a cold, but! But I understood - not outside,
Inside me, a cold gnaws at me, why do you need all this? .. Why?!

When I die, the sun will warm the earth ...
When I die, birds will sing songs ...
When I die, they will give me flowers ...
And they will say: "There was no one better than you ..."
When I die, there will be a voice on the film:
Do you remember? Do you remember? When you were a child
You did not need all this nonsense, but!
But I want to experience everything, everything! And one life, one!
I did a lot of things, I did not have time,
One thing I know for sure - not everything I wanted ...
Although, everything you want, get or do not have time,
Well, this is again, watching how to see:
Maybe I will live a hundred years,
Or maybe I’ll die today at lunch ...

Reality is captured ...
I feel captive ...
Surden of decay ...

I know, somewhere in the world there is a place where I will become free from my body.
Do not hide it in the ground, burn it, defeat the ashes. Not crying, the wind will drain tears,
Not crying, I see, I will ask my father answers to all questions, the wind covered in braids
My hair, my hair braided into braids ...

Quiet ... quietly ... calmly ...
Breeding my hair ...
H-h ... calmly ... h-h ...

Man or animal - I do not see the difference, I do not see!
Your appearance does not matter already,
Greatness, the imaginary insignificantly, everything will be destroyed ... Everything will be destroyed!
And better for those who are no longer there
Who did not have time to come to the world is happy
And the one who is alive by planting a seed of anger,
His hatred watering is a caliph for an hour,
The eye does not see, the ear does not hear the voice, does not hear!
And everyone is the Lord Boss for Himself, and after us what? A?
Horror! Chaos! Hey, above the nose! Higher! Hold on! Head straight! Directly! Glass up!
With such thoughts from a stillborn alive is no different,
It's funny - life is unbearable,
But short, like a bottle of vodka ...
Hams knock in the temples, in the eyes of fear!
No, I am calm, like a warrior in the thick of the battle,
Stand to the last, even if I am the last in the ranks!
I will not hide, I do not know how much it remains for me:
Maybe I will live a hundred years,
Or maybe I’ll die today at lunch ...