If you do not have to dream more,
If you do not know,
For what you live,
Put himself to the devil upon the altar,
Valium himself to kill himself.
Work you become tired,
Hate your family
And solid so arrogantly "get it!"
In response to a quiet "I love you!"
There is no point in moving forward,
In the scrap to make their own pitch
You're a zero, you're a moron, you're a freak,
And the darkness comes to mind.
There is no happiness in the everyday agony
Sick of unlimited love,
You take a knife in the hands of obedient
And sweet to repeat: "Kill!"
If you do not have to dream more
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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