Small madness

Chorus:
All potronov hovered overhead,
There is no one no matter.
All you want to create, because the world is yours alone,
Is nowhere chapel.
All will go away someday,
And will end on this one.

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Increasingly noticeably broken windows,
Or society falls or people fleeing their homes faster
Not who do not zamchaet rasskraski life or oppression,
All his rights have climbed, and from there to scream wildly
Somebody tell me what to do,
But only heard statements lovers.

Chorus:
All potronov hovered overhead,
There is no one no matter.
All you want to create, because the world is yours alone,
Is nowhere chapel.
All will go away someday,
And will end on this one.

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I only know one comforting,
Close to his room and read a book all
To find clever sayings, and does not live under the rights of the well-read series and news of the poor,
They are trying to put their thoughts and signatures fotograffiyami for all of us
To show how much they remember their friends daily,
Who would part with them sometime in the imminent and inevitable,
But while I do not need to keep the correspondence and photographs to remember that these are different bylo.Mnogie.