No hurry. To buy cookies,
Drink tea or bake a cake,
I want at least once every six months,
At home, go to sleep quietly.
Do not run, do not beat the thresholds.
And save the alarm clock.
To know that tomorrow everything is free,
Plans in nowhere clothe.
I want to get some sleep.
More than an hour or two.
Do I want so much,
Wise good burivuh?
A day off is rare,
For me, never.
Though far still Echo,
It's full of problems, Oh Yes!
Back to work tomorrow,
And today I didn't pass.
Math, laugh,
I'd never know.
I want to get some sleep
And don't listen to anyone,
Who's depressed for six months
I'm being driven along.
I'd like to be deaf
From all the stupid evil people,
Who only knows how to break
Under themselves winged fairies.
I'd pick up a guitar
And played about a dream,
Dusty strings only.
So six months on the bolt!
No hurry
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