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Over the years, it’s easier, but it has become more tough:

Heads, work, care, and in the wire

Excess time, scares the atmosphere gray

So blows north, so cold, the stereo saves

The system is strangled, the ears are tired of "listening",

Friendship melted like snow, turning into a puddle

Forever cold, circling about dinner

Further more? Further better? Further - the light is extinguished

I am unarmed, I am a baby in this vast world

From the vulgar is nauseous, where is the genius? They forgot about them

Over the years more, but abandoned, he got lost in the past

Found a little - lost several times more

Error cycle, lousy cycle,

Near the gate - a round dance in search of Shirev

And this engine without a compass, without a brake

And I still notice a bus window

Time does not heal, but heals a little

Is it easier and easier over the years? Over the years, just fuck

I learned in a small tiny one what is good, what is bad

Is it easier over the years? No, over the years you just wait for a trick

It’s easier to perceive things over the years

Over the years, it is easier to heal cracks

Over the years, the character is stronger, but there is not enough patience

I understand this, becoming older