Чёрный Государь - Дневник
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What else should I do?
To make things good
I don't know

To make it more fun
And time for friends
Those who remained

And I live alone
Nobody came
Nobody wrote to me
Nobody called
And I keep a diary
But instead of a hundred pages
All that's left is the whistle
From the birds that have flown away

E-i-i-i-i-iii
I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i

Everything is generally the same as always
The moon is burning in the window
So bright

I'm empty again
And smoke flows upward
Bitter tobacco

And I'm sitting alone
I don't talk to anyone
And I watch all day
I'm just looking out the window
I don't keep a diary
And I don't read books
And from my love
All that's left is the glare

E-i-i-i-i-iii
E-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
E-i-i-i-i-iii
I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i