Nothing changes inside the place I live
Book with banknotes is the twenty-fifth
Every day I put the dishes in
Made my own collection in the sink
Nothing changes inside the place I live
Water pipes cry every night with me
I recover legs again from numb
But the cold permeates every chumber
Nothing changes inside the place I live
My headache has dolnik as the rhythm
I like surgeon search the herring's depth
But the silence tells of someone's death
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