The first song
Thinking about future, and don’t know what to do.
Withered face…
many problems, but you need to be,
Moreover,
make believe that your destiny due to.
Going to another life - do not hurry!
There are many items positioned near,
and if we talk about worry -
It is time to time, and it is clear.
Stay with me, appointed hour come,
We will be good groom and bribe,
I believe, that will occur noisy drum
Our hearts, - I can’t describe!
2017.09 Bovanenkovo
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