Amin - Баллада
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My whole life consists of fragments

And so little joy in each of them

I shouted at myself, from myself it became vile

That even the most family is unable to help



Reserves of all forces and health were exhausted

After all, the soul is all at the seams - tormented

And in memory the fragments dig in poison

From those days of betrayal, bleeding wounds



I grew up unstable because I lived in protest

Many operations, those prayers from the lips of relatives

In childhood, on my wall, Thiefollo created a fresco

I came here from there the dumb disposition grabbing my



Plunged himself into a ravine, a focus of lies, and intrigues

They skillfully corrupt the strong spirit and saints

Leaving this place, I am increasingly waiting

Gesture of betrayals, whisper gossip and other similar games



Washing the wound of alcohol in the reflection of the face flickered

I sat in a gray -haired dust, slowly starting smoke

Let me have not succumbed to fear, but remembered this moment

The demon that is insistent inside - we are on the right track



Felts I am so stupid, roofing felts all around

Help find the path, opening your eyes, see the essence

Here the enemy goes to the rescue, a close friend substitutes

Wait patiently those days when they give you something



Smoke will clean me wounds, alcohol will fill them

I am alone in the dark, I take my mind with pain

The phrase is sick, I will be silent more

Silence will give the Council to continue to go leisurely



There are dogs barking behind, but it’s also a sin to answer

We live the first time, ahead of a timid step

And we should not know what will happen later

After all, around the veil, everything was decided for us



There are so many these stars around, I stand against a blue background

Behind me, they scorch with an evil look from the praise

Everything goes like a spiral, repeating past experience

The looped life will spin us with a new layer



How many fates there were that I was ready to cheat

If only I knew that at the end we would have reckoning

Seeing the faces of their whores I understood - I was not looking for those

From under the ribs, the hilt about it constantly kept



I will get out of the whirlpool with a blow to the deja vu

The shots of the past days will give sediment a bitter taste

At first I chose the role of the wrong place where I am a cocky friend

But now turning the plot now for them I am a vile rogue



Having overturned time, he threw his gaze into the void

Perestolovlov suddenly saw, the seed is splash, a vile circle

The mind is tightly blurred by them, and the lie like an attribute

People love to listen to fairy tales, therefore, they are waiting