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I will never see you, sorry, say goodbye and bridges will raise us, we will break up with you, even without seeing, even let's release solo singles. I am in the planet of empty and weak people, in the squares and carriages on them, I will give up all the hands under the cosmos color; I will take all the orbits of the planets in this song. We will smell with you on the wall by Zenit, I'm sorry for the impressed days there, Russia for sad and for depressive, so, right, we will not eat. The musicians fought for a beautiful muse, and the children went to theaters on the Tyuz, I'm sorry for the broken heart my own, but you started it first. I will pay a lot and go away, to no longer see how you live here, to no longer see how close is crying, so that he no longer listened to the sad cud. I am scattered, drunk, I hold your hand, but we probably don't remember us, but they will remember my pizdostradal poems. I will pay a lot of life and go home, staying only with the past foggy, seey, well, and I gone here at all, in this room, in the cold, pizdostral all winter. Did all the last money, can you give me nails to the cross? I am the last of the kind of romantics in the city, I am in Yana, which eats me. We will die with you, not noticing anything. A storm or wind will throw us ashore, but you know, I was not happy, and it seems to me, not even shine. I will scatter in the dawn of the first rays, be covered in my fucking scarf, I am one of the last people on the planet that can shout about feelings.