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Pictures are colored, before your eyes
How to fly on the screen in less than a second

Frame number one this white like snow diamond
A joyful mother holds her child to her
He is heard by her words, feels her warmth
His first glance at the world is happiness, light, care
His first steps taken on the frame at number two
The first words said on the frame to number three
Words \ "dad \", \ "mom \" and your name of course too
But for some reason the word \ "dad \" now sounds less and less
Mother is more and more often alone, a smile came off her face
Well, time is flying frame number four of her child without a father

Pictures are colored, before your eyes
How to fly on the screen in less than a second

Frame number five is the blue sky of September
From which multi -colored foliage races under your feet
And it is not clear whether joy, or fear.
School - today you catch this word for the first time,
The first dual received on the frame under the number six
Bitterness in the eyes of a tear is all nonsense
Time will fly, you will leave everything behind
After all, this is just the beginning of a big way
Whether it will still be ahead.
On the frame number seven eyes in love with you on the contrary,
Wave, fear - the first sexual experience,
And at the eighth frame, she already stands with you with her back,
In the same way, looking into the eyes of another,
Yes, and you are already completely different ...

Pictures are colored, before your eyes
How to fly on the screen in less than a second

Frame ninth - pieces of the Caset, on the walls posters,
The first Sakan of Wine, the first smoked cigarette,
The first blow that you inflicted on your enemy,
On the frame number ten your laughter at the sight of other people's tears
Any nonsense that Yo took at school
The money that was first in his life stole the money
Friends with whom time flies to a girlfriend
Frame number eleventh, you are less and less at home
On the frame number twelve you yourself cannot understand what you are holding in your hand
And you ask the question to yourself - yes or no
You have chosen the answer necessary for yourself,
Just a few points, your first dose
Which you crossed out everything you can
And now it’s probably too late ...
On the frame number thirteen for some reason is very quiet,
On it is a person who no longer believes in anything,
Loop on the ceiling, in the middle of the room stool
Removed phone pipe, last smoked cigarette
Papers on the table shit on which only a few lines
And the eyes in which there is no more fear
Only a cold emptiness
And your last step is nowhere
For which there will only be darkness ...

Pictures are colored, before your eyes
How to fly on the screen in less than a second