And in the evening no one waits
And you can do whatever want
But if your phone doesn't die from calls
And in life there's no confidant
When you swear like pathetic slaves
That you yourself have chosen freedom's
And you probably think that you
Have long been pure as chrysanthemums
But your love waiting just for you
Inside closed world in lonely dreams
He walks in cold evenings to know
And say the simple thing to show
Like what I do and who I am
And in the evening no one waits,
And you can do whatever want
And how to call it, it your want
May life in freedom's
Death in quiet.
Александр Бесов (Студницын) "1999-****"
Freedom s
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