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Hi, it's me, all right, alive healthy
That turned out to be a moment, I decided to drop a couple of lines
well what usually say in such cases
Generally I am writing you a letter, I hope you get it
I'm here at all by accident, I'm here at all passing
And if not absinthe, then this would not get through
But here I stand at your entrance, I smoke, Kent eight
And so I do not smoke, to be honest
And honestly thought I would forget this address
After I crossed out everything then, cross to cross
I wrote to you, but somehow all postponed releases
And now I am writing as Beethoven to Eliza
I know my font is bad, so I write so large
I hope you will understand my handwriting when you read in the morning
I hope you will understand, all this as it should
I hope until the morning, nobody will find me

I'll just sit under your balcony
Just a little under your balcony
I'll just sit under your balcony
Under your balcony

I heard you got it all, it worked out.
I hope so, because this is life
The further, steeper its turns, turns
Floors go to the sky
And I have tours, clips, shows, but you yourself saw everything
Although I do not live at all like in these videos
Everything is as in Quasimodo songs from the last CD
After the car party, I love to be alone
And of course not one, there were different
But honestly, like you, not once
And that's why I'm probably under your balcony.
I consider the stars in the sky, as if I was Tsiolkovsky
Cigarette Smoke Writing Lace
I hope with you the one who deserves you
I hope I can say everything I wanted, sensibly
I'll just sit under your balcony

I'll just sit under your balcony
Just a little under your balcony
I'll just sit under your balcony
Under your balcony

All night the window is burning, right under the roof
It's time to go, from here the view is like Paris itself
0.5 to the bottom, looking into the soul apple potion
On the last letters, just remember El, Yu, Ba and El, Yu
Going through old string chords
Hike it turned out I'm not so proud
Although it doesn't matter anymore, anyway it's definitely late
Perhaps I will draw a rose, point, signature
So, now it's beautiful, you can go hike
If only one star fell down before sunrise
I would have thought of a fart, silently without words
But one fell like, where the big bucket
Well, that's all, forgive me
For linking the story to your name
Good luck with everything
Well, ok ... I went ...

I'll just sit under your balcony
Just a little under your balcony
I'll just sit under your balcony
Under your balcony