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Spring will drop the summer in autumn,
The winter wind will scream in the night,
It will be cruel,
In the morning the morning draws noon
And swallows the slippery rays
Towards evening, from the east.

Someone courageous penetrates into me,
Someone is changing me,
Someone just turns me off,
Someone, trusting, checks me.

Bursting out of the torn dreams,
Accelerating up to a hundred sea knots,
At the bottomless wall we find the answer,
Breaking about the word - no, no, no.

Hand at the feet will throw dice,
Attack nerves nerves peremknet
Sudden "bored",
With words hammering nails
In the heart area, we lose progress -
Again, all over again.

Someone sidesteps me,
Someone quietly avoids me,
Someone accuses me again,
Someone sells and buys me.

Set of people in a tunnel -
Psycho-telescopic cocoon.
My cry will die at the goal
And will become unfamiliar.
When the wounds opened
Your eye fibers,
I fought insects
In the windows of the muddy windows.

Words - business - duel ...
In the familiar language
We find the answer

My cry will die at the goal
One-day insect,

Smashing about - no, no, no, no