Morning. Campus. Little room.
The sun's fighting with the moon.
Don't be silly, cut it out.
You should leave the latest doubt.
Moscow city... What a deal.
Nothing is completely real.
Love and freedom are away.
Where would you like to stay?
Night is just the cheapest bitch.
Aren't you a wicked witch?
You are not, and here's your hell.
You don't have a word to tell.
Crazy, crazy, stupid thought.
And the truth you haven't got.
Don't speak rudely, be polite.
Go to bed. Turn off the light.
Когда не хочется просыпаться
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