Фланёр - Фланёр
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A man walked in the dark through the wilds
Nondescript courtyards and houses
He wanted to sit down and relax on the bench
Painted last spring
Look at the trees, at the colored garlands
To the stars through the fog
On the cats that lie under the car
And at yourself in the reflection of the ice
The light from the windows has dimmed
Not soon until dawn - one in the morning
If it were his will, he would rewind everything
But where?
By the beginning of the day or by the end of this night
Or maybe to the birth of yourself
Small country
It's hot there for six months
Little man
Lives here for a century
He is tired of adversity, everyday worries
Twists of fate, blows from behind
He is tired of separations, of mediocre days
He's tired of bitches and anxious nights