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After all, I am one of those who sees life from the bottom
After all, I am the only of those who irrevocably drowned
But in the ocean, this is almost the whole country
And there is no way back who at least once ducked here

Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean I saw those people
That they collapsed here and could not get up
And I'm a frequent guest, but still life for me is kind
Although I probably would prefer to stay here
And what kind of loneliness? It seems so many friends
But why can't I put everything on the shelves
I like in a cork stand eagerly inhaling the air
But still late, you can see something in yourself
I will write two notebooks of 45 sheets
It's so hard for you right now to please something
After all, I write for myself and somehow not ready
For some respect to break yourself
And do anyone will understand if anyone will understand me
You are in expensive clubs, quarrel with money
Unfortunately we do not understand each other
After all, I am the same poet, a genius of gray sadness

And let there be no money, girl-I am a loser
What would I take, everything is falling from my hands
But despite this, I still move on
What if fate smiles? Runned, all the same suddenly
Tired of listening to you, for the most part nonsense
Tired of waiting for an assessment, I am dressed right
Tired terribly, lived as if in some kind of slavery
He accepted someone else's opinion with some happiness
When I die, I wonder who will remember?
I will live my life spitting on all laws
I exist in captivity of my illusions
And that damned April will not let me go
The last six months I saw sex only in the cinema
You can laugh at me well, let's laugh
I am not embarrassed that I suddenly collapsed to the bottom
Not lowering his hands at night wrote all the same songs