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You are silent for days, you don't know about me,
You shout to yourself, read about others ...
You are silent for days, you don't know about me,
Lost the mouse, the fingers by the key ...
Fingers past the strings, strings by, past ...
He beats July in the shores of the bay.
February February beats icy and burning,
The past is not a pity only a snake rat
Longing crawls in the corners of the apartment ...
Not enough evil, there is not enough peace ...

You are silent for days ...
You are silent for days ...

You are silent for days, you don't know about me
You shout to yourself, read about others ...
Fingers past the strings, strings by, past ...
He beats July in the memory of the bay.
February February beats icy and sonorous,
The past is not a pity, it's a pity that very thin
There was a connection between before and after ...
Paint the world of your new adult with paints.
Time is not silent, time is talking.
Rays in memory, the sun by the bay.
In the memory of February, ice and burning,
The past is not a pity only a snake rat

You are silent for days ...
You are silent for days ...

You are silent for days, you get old every day ...
The sun is above the roofs, well, why don't you warm?
I'll start a diary so that the children know -
The gloomy old man was once bright!
But fingers past the strings, strings by, past ..
Bird-speaker in memory is invisible ...
You are silent for days, you don't know about me
You shout to yourself, read about others ...
You are silent for days, you don't know about me
You shout to yourself, read about others ...

You are silent for days ...
You are silent for days ...
You are silent for days ...
You are silent for days ...