Meanna - Я и мои обстоятельства
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something money is not borrowed - everything is as we
I don't live anywhere, I rent apartments

fuck you first hanging a loan loan
Still travel on registration
Sleeping me

I have debts so you can't even die
And here a completely different gamut of feelings works
completely different initial grounds
Brew and mock herself

one foot on a mine, and I am only 23
Only 23 to me
collectors and creditors,
I hang around

Moral pressure, pathological lies
Fear of returning to the past
where my personality disappears
I put on the wanted list, I raise the papers

I put on the wanted list, I raise the papers
under the anthem of past interests
To the music of Mutsuraev Diaghileva Manson
They teach me
deny the fight to hate
In the existence,
they don’t teach anything good

My work is well -up to prostitution
small soul small hedgehog shocks
in the end,
I find out in the lastable eyes of sellers
All these people are not by profession

I throw me out of the food chain
Looking for a ticket the next day
Included TV in a locked office
You say and show yourself

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pony poverty and certainly the lying from it
Delled to each other, similar to each other
plunged me humiliation and insignificance
without goals, without your own thoughts, without the right to a decent life
There are only me and my circumstances
Me and my mistakes

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Around drug addicts and alcoholics
People who do not know how to do a dialogue without alcohol and AIDS
With doping only

I believe in soap and its wonderful properties
I get a perverted pleasure
From the fact that the nurse screws the screw into the catheter

they excited how I was poorly painted
how bad I am dressed today
And only that

pretend to be writing, you circle letters
From lack of sleep, the world around
Sow nervousness, rock the vain
the end of depression is not visible
or just not invented

on the fact of causing death by negligence
All the same under the new sauce

Maybe enough about money?
But if I think about something else
And now I'm already walking dirty ragged
I did not have time to sew a coat
torn with one side
And you look, look at me badly

I would never scold myself
but you live like a blockade of Leningrad
if the salary does not fall on the card on time
Pour the last sugar from the can

You get in mind in miracles
that everything goes away
But things are so bad
that three days are not e
We chew cat food
And cook peas

I come to visit
Trying to get food from someone else's refrigerator
and cry because they give it to me
You are bastards
I have good reasons
I sew pillowcases from curtains
Like in the film carried away by the wind

Hold on

Racches and mollusks will run
They will begin to console me
you will open your mouth and let's roar
But I work on this

I'm working on it
I'm working on it