I smoke a cigarette, look at the starry sky
Life goes on, night gets into the house
I think slowly, in my pocket until penniless
A young life passes, every time it will be different
Thoughts now about his beloved, this night will seem long
And the star beckons in the world, she is called the wind rose
I know my fate in advance; I only move forward in life.
The wind rustles in silence, letting you know about yourself
Thoughts from related words and emotions, this is a brief ambition flow
It's dark again, solitude is long
No, you can not understand, I fill the textbook with texts
Poems can be so-so, but otnyut I write from the heart and ache to my chest
Sometimes this is all unbearable, and thoughts are a little disgusting.
Feelings like poison penetrate the mind, bitterness melancholy frustration
The body is plagued by memories, pain and suffering from bloating.
Feelings of loss, shivering cold chills, minor notes such a flight,
I miss everything, but you're not alone there, you need something that I don’t have
You probably forgot me at all, not to me, it used to be so too
It's a shame of course but everything is tolerable, because life as a disease is not curable.
It will take time, there will be new meetings, there is little trust, so talk is clinging
How to live on the line is interrupted, tell people what our strength is
I look at the world full of solblaznov
Snakes tempt us with diversity, present us with a choice in exchange for our consent, but still the same everywhere else is somewhere cheaper.