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Anyway, sooner or later I will have to leave,
At the tomb of flowers, tears families,
Who will remain in the memory of the people close
Or simply bystanders or someone on your hard drive.
Life UTB eskiza fucking
Kayf- UTB vice, and we are there zazhuchat
And let my head above the dark clouds
Say that it is necessary - I can read lips
The sky is crying, sometimes I hold all in itself
Paper suffers and I often take it out on her
I have not forgotten about God almost forgot about each other
I forgot about those females that previously held by the hand
Go but do not have to know exactly silence
I did not prepare myself the way for a fat point
While hildren lines on pieces of paper and slips
Someone gets to the heart is very touching.

Manipulation finances would never end
We all live but are waiting for their turn
Life UTB flight but we are fighting to smithereens
Nothing should be left to be saved.

Manipulation finances would never end
We all live but are waiting for their turn
Life UTB flight but we are fighting to smithereens
Nothing should be left to be saved.

I live on the top does not etim sword
Maps are not labeled with a little study of trails
I dive headlong into the thick of all ETU
But I believe in what will then be much better
Do not wait for me for dinner, I'll be in the morning
Bristle two week with the state of cloudy
I did not want to work and do not work
God forbid that my music is all bestowed flight
I'm not chasing fame she found me
Among the concrete and dust, plants and buildings
As more able to write
Let the separation distance, but I'm with you
I hope not burn fast I have to stay here
Bring rustling and to hang
Life sometimes we springy like a trampoline
And I try not a curve as if there were no sour.

                        Black Valery