Take care of your nerves,
My loyal friends,
Their valuable reserves
For the processes of being!
Don't swear, don't shout
According to the standard nonsense,
And calmly keep silent,
Let the wits loose...
They will chirp, they will chirp,
My ears are buzzing,
Know, hoof thunders out yonder,
They might even squeal...
They'll scare you to death,
The air will shake angrily...
Still it will be night -
Balamuty spirit will reduce!
Yes... Heavy minutes
Gave again fate:
Once a nasty bore
The road foretold you...
Awareness is inevitable!
Thoughts burst forth,
And angry ignorant
He will become aware of everything!
Take care of your nerves,
My loyal friends...
After all, perhaps, he is not the first –
It could have been you and me!
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Take care of your nerves
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