year 2016
negative sand prod
And no one around
I wake up day after day in a cold bed
Cold people during the day, icy souls at night
Really?, But who needs it, I don’t believe
I saw sparks in my eyes, they never caught fire
Childhood dreams that broke as they grew up
Replacing values, concepts and opinions
Fucking long bitch that knocked the ground out of the legs
Alcohol raids, mind into oblivion
You confessed your love to her, after she was flogged by three
You said she’s not so sincere, modest
I nodded my head, did not want to upset you
She could easily quarrel us with just one word
Then it was important to me, now I would break both
After all, it’s not that I, I remember exactly the quarrels
No sense, tears for revenge, naive songs, lines Scratching on the stairs, this is part of the story
Drive affair, for three one cigarette
Acts that are ashamed, but not without it
We walked at the fast pace of the year, erasing our days
Everyone scattered in the corners, life is a ring
And someone will remain young in memory
Someone forget and okay, we bring flowers to others
Fewer calls, with the words, well, how are you
Everything turns to dust that sweeps traces
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And no one around, and no one around
except music in the ears and on couplets
And no one here, and no one here
only silence, thoughts And from the lamp light
