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Why the poet is sad
Beads scattered in a cold apartment
What is wrong with people in this world
Let's just look at the sky
On the stars
It seems beautiful there
And we are serious behind everyday life
According to the rules, they lived
But the rules are what
We cried and loved
And it's never too late
Eight in the morning
And I am Nonaminous
I'm sitting and waiting autumn
Not too late but not too early
On the table are an ashtray and a glass
And in dirty sneakers along the street
Society is like a trap
Having received change and walking as if drunk
And don't ask me
I am what I am
To carry my mistakes
In me, the basis is a conscience and honor
Bending your burden
It’s like a gang with the brothers
As if a tribe
Write down the song is sad
To throw off the guys
Thank you for this by the way
On the pants of patch
Modestly and not cunt
I will lay out of the wool
And how to live
For a minimum salary
And the hunt to break out somewhere
But hide the soul under the blanket
Chasing a cash
Difficult but necessary
And what did you want
Love and Zlata
And what did everyone do
Nature as it was and remained
Leaving the laws
Killing live taking it
And the picture is clearly not happy here
And against the background you can hear
From a dog barking booth