Tears beat the stormy weather,
The dawn is tangled in clouds,
My silly, sweet «happiness» forever
Has left me now without doubts.
And hands reach into pockets gently,
Pull out a gun so true,
It’s all harmonious mentally—
A bullet loaded through.
I’ll press the trigger slowly,
Discharge it in the night,
Like water flowing lowly,
You don’t stay quiet, cry!
But this sad storm has ended,
Dawn painted red again,
Silly, sweet «happiness», I’ve mended—
Farewell to you, my pain.
Second Death
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