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Всё сегодня не моё - чужое
За домами, далеко
Моё окно,
Я в воротнике и без него
Буду вечно мёрзнуть и мечтать
Буду вечно мимо пролетать
Испугаюсь look into the eyes
I will go catch a trolleybus
I should be at night for the lights to float
And in the morning to try to forget ...
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Everything is strange, not mine
Outside another window,
I'm in a collar, like a dead end
two hands in his pockets
Again
100 meters from the love of job with
and stand on the sidelines not to breathe
I would be eternally cold and dreaming
'll ever fly past
frightened look in his eyes
I will go catch a trolleybus
I would be at night for the lights to float
And in the morning to try forget ...
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All around someone else's, not mine
Lines high and deep
not want to float on the white sheet
Stop: jump up, run!
your image will not you,
your image will be like.
a pity that you're not a fat old meme
And not sincere and kind-hearted dog
Can you ever had them
And now, as the man had grown
than what someone else's, not mine.
in my head long ago climbed
what can you as one
Soul replaced by something else.
image of my stay alive
In the trolley,
for aching glass
He overheard a love song
fluttered somewhere ran
Only those who sang
He did not give
dissolve in the air night
He left it to yourself.
Knowing this you can go to sleep,
not afraid of emptiness and clouds
Images loved tenacious
Hence it is impossible to die.
There trolley
a night mist
Time is
And Pharaoh's house
and the smoker in the morning on the balcony
All the world is all native.
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