Darkly, only fire and she…
What for? Night did not call me…
The sphere of moon silently slides,
The soul has turned to fires.
I smoke, but I don’t feel taste
I shall wary strongly get drunk
I shall go not clearly where
I shall forget her forever.
What for for me pain
What for for me this rain
What for for me this shit
And I cannot with you will meet.
The smoke of a cigarette moves
And I again come for lose
Everywhere I again as a derelict
What for for me this shit…
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Darkly
© Copyright: Фёдор Зима, 2007
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