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our tired generation
arms down, eyes lowered
polls do not like Pushkin
and we know by heart all the works of note.
our tired generation
someone's mistake. someone blot.
We breathe without feeling the wind
extinguish without thinking light.
our tired generation
sends greetings.

hands - guitar head - tobacco smoke
discharge. It hurts. discharge. blood.
discharge. gap.
and hands - powder
head - ash.
I picked up and forgotten.
our tired generation
vybilos exhausted.

kidney - stones, in the heart - ships
my crazy imagination
Now moved to the & quot; you & quot ;.
without requiring understanding
and unnecessary revelations
tired generation, the people,
Authors sad messages.

pull yourself together.