Once upon a time there was one person.
Well, that is, as one - or rather two.
Evil fate bound them forever
So everyone has one leg
So they lived brothers, for nothing that the water did not spill
But, however, there was still a problem.
Why, and how so that without problems?
Much stronger is the right brother,
And so the left behind him is everywhere.
He just said, sometimes: “What is this brother? When is my day? "
When? When my day comes and I
Stop living someone else's life?
After all, because everything that I do now
Not invented by me, not mine.
And there, and there, after all, there is definitely something
What I could call mine
But how can one leg bend somewhere?
How can she go anywhere alone?
And the right one was also very smart
He knew for sure, he knew what they needed
And to a bright future together
They were about to come
But the left one behaved as if he had seen everything in the coffin
What if, what if I'm just afraid to go?
Afraid to make up my mind and take a step?
Go, go, brother, go on alone,
And now I have my own destiny.
After all, no, I won't have more days
There will be no more of them than there are now.
Let it go! And once a third of our lives we are in a dream,
That my third I, consider, slept.
