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Tiho padaet baks, merzko tikajut cloks...
Nastroenie saks, slovno nuxaju soks.
Zaletel svezhii air skvoz balkonnju door.
Mne postrich by svoy hair, da pobridtsja one's more.

S poxmela noet head - byl vchera trudnyi day.
Vse kakoe-to bad, vse kakoe-to gray...
Chem travit sebe soul, luchshe stavit na luck:
Snjat na ulitsje girl, a potom ee fuck.

Nastroenie nice, no krogum, bratsy, shit.
I povysili price na Tverskoy, fucking street.
Oblomali ves kaif, vsja nadezhda na hand.
Vot takaja, blin, life! Vot takoy happy end!

Nastroenie fine, xot za oknami cold.
Xot uspehov a litle, a uzh 30 yers old.
Skoro vnov budet spring, budet solnce nam shine,
Budut pticy nam sing, v tselom truly divain.

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