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Tired of this garbage on the sheets or the muse is not the same, and it will be worse further,

My verse stopped going out of mouth or just I'm tired and my blood is empty.

Tired that everyone loves a stupid rap, tired that people believe in a miracle blindly,

Tired, the legs are broken, but they do not see the trace, from etiquette is tired, from words, from the word "parity",

Tired of the extra, tired of pain, tired of tears of the poor and a fraction of the disadvantaged.

I learned that one series of failures is replaced by another, tired of giving up to a fight,

Tired of Leni, tired of the debate, tired of the generation, to whom Lenin is unknown.

I was tired of riding an old Japanese bucket, when I am so hunting Mustang.

Tired of himself, tired of autumn in the soul, imagine, I do not want to shine for a long time, I have to have everything.

Tired of making only five percent out of a hundred, tired that a pedestal was in front of his nose, but he cannot get it!

I was tired of living the way someone’s charter tells, tired of repeating everyone that I was not tired.

I am confused, in fact - knocked down, I am alive, but for a long time, motionless and bastards!

But at all costs, we must get up, if not we, then others will take our places.

This is a myth that you have time to make up for everything, get up, look for the goal, go!

But at all costs, we must get up, if not we, then others will take our places.

This is a myth that you have time to make up for everything, get up, look for the goal, go!

I do not have ninety -nine problems, I have one that does not allow to sleep,

The one that prevents me from focusing even on the text, is my home really my fortress?

If this house stands in a country where not a single law is valid,

Not one except auto -er, where the ability to survive is called mentality,

Where you will be appreciated, only if you are no longer there.

Where no one is afraid of the news about the end of the world, everyone is stupidly interested in everyone, what is the light?

Is it a light when a cigarette smolders or not, a certain mercy is the same light.

We are pulled as animals, we hate our neighbors, we were digitized by combinations of units and nales,

Having encouraged bonds, a handful of media, they launched into the virtual world of social networks.

I'm tired, I want to sleep, I want to wake up where I will be proud of my land, there.

Where I will be sure of my strength, my fortress, in my Russia!

But at all costs, we must get up, if not we, then others will take our places.

This is a myth that you have time to make up for everything, get up, look for the goal, go!

But at all costs, we must get up, if not we, then others will take our places.

This is a myth that you have time to make up for everything, get up, look for the goal, go!

On the monitor, colored tables are replaced, sleeps in my hands and I am at home.

Neither persons nor voices around, I'm far from them - you see?

Tired of everything and I only hear the drain, click someone "stop".

The earth is breathing heavily, no one is to blame, and for nothing you or me.

Then who starts the poison into our glasses? Falling asleep, make plans, wake up drunk,

Where can we dream if we are tired of bad obsessive thoughts,

Tired of cotton muscles, from the promises "tomorrow", health - tomorrow,

Love is tomorrow, however - tomorrow, in the morning it seems to be dead memory, the same poison for breakfast.

Tired, the time machine would return me to the start, just imagine, there were already other bets

People put a stamp on everything, but no one began to do anything with it, just each of us was tired.

But at all costs, we must get up, if not we, then others will take our places.

This is a myth that you have time to make up for everything, get up, look for the goal, go!

But at all costs, we must get up, if not we, then others will take our places.

This is a myth that you have time to make up for everything, get up, look for the goal, go!