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Do you know how many people disappear on summer evenings?
Do you know how you can get lost in a city, in your room or in yourself?
When you leave your weakness in February,
But the spring died
And you can not hear seagulls,
Ended the tea, which made him dizzy
You can not hear the waves breaking against the rocks
O your inner world, but this is not enough
Fight against city lights
It's so dark here.
And they laugh, answering "not mine"
Holding hands strong
Night in anticipation
And did you know that in the sky, too, market relations and lack of funding?

Energetjatly the hammered wood
And I strenuously hollow my head with poems
And the pipes burned
The head was split
The tongue was twisted-
Syndromes of the disease "you"
Doctors did not have time
And in me there is so much unsaid
So much is left in the past:
Happy moments
Favorite playlist
And three letters
Short and inopportune
Overdream, empty dreams,
Lack of you.
And I quietly down the stenochke,
When you run out onto the landing, you run out of yourself to not hear this silence, so that it does not pull back like that
By hair
Earlier there were lines for you and about us
And now only about you
And, believe me, here is a very big difference

In the kitchen the radio broadcasts that today I'm not yet cured
Bitter, a deep look of the sky can not speak, and I will understand and learn
From someone's soft lips, stories of sore,
About the left "let"
And I still read what I already know by heart

Tuesdays are not mine. And not days at all
Let's make a fire for everyone
Unnecessary things
Under the Spleen, come on
Rot your line, rot
The fire took away all unnecessary people
And I was freed from these chains

Everything is different

therefore

Dedicated to ..
Walls that are impregnated with the future
People who carry your name
Photos, where together, what's exciting
You. To the present. When you are without makeup
In the spring, massively spreading disease. Love is called
January, that left a trail
Couples that are hugging on the roofs
Everyone who is pure in heart and wants anew, but not

And we still hope that we will be understood
What will someone take us?
Someone will pull out of this whirlpool
Please talk about the simplest
Explain all this insignificance "from and to"
About the eyes that do not give rest
About the hands that are not forgotten on the cheeks
All this is the pain of the cutting edge
Like .. Scream of the soul, but remains on the lips

And, in the end, came to the point when about you with a smile
Until April, on foot and morning jogs
All the pain has long passed beyond "too"
And I became strong and courageous, or simply me from the second month did not become

February, March, April,
That is: point-to-point
And for me this is a new start, after n-noe number of weeks
This habit is to love everything old, everything is yours and ours
And I'm not one of those who enter the open door
Not one of those Girl-pripevochki
All of them dream of a barbie house
About pink bentley
And about the dress with bows

Help new curtains on the windows
And a new castle on the heart
I was discharged so spring
And you, I remember, recorded my voice on the recorder
And the main thing is that everything is natural
Each page turned over and so you start to write again
You have eviction and fun
I'll tell you how to dream, and you do not give a damn
Because you still have not understood my whole essence
One of this is that without him the truth is bad

Let's talk about the sea and the sun
Although I have only 12, 26 and meetings in my head
And something stabs into the heart
Lighting candles, no words can cure it anymore