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I remember how now: mid-90s,

The grass is no longer sticking and I want serious things,

Crystal-clear, slow and fast

I remember the first time it was scary.

I closed my eyes ... an injection, control, parish - this is important

The new state - nothing loads,

There are no problems, pulls on the bazaar, mittens a little

In general, the first acquaintance was successful,

But I then stepped over the barrier that I realized in the future ...

A little time has passed and I started searching

Central Puncture, second injection. In the parish of colic

Euphoria-I-I. I was covered

I began to understand that I need it

Lost the course of time, cast a look into the past ...

I gave the system for many years, the dose of horseback

Lost work, the family has problems

He began to think: how to jump from this topic?

After all, I started for the sake of interest, then I liked it

After narcology ... b, c in analyzes

The craving for life is lost, time is lost

I just wanted to try, but was captured by it (winter)

And all the same, I love the winter with her muds,

Frosts fierce, snowy in the morning

I dreamed about this since childhood and found it -

Water in button accordion, on a spoon white powder

Now not to jokes, 228 is a strict term

Four and a half mine, gave little and that is good

Now not to jokes, 228 is a strict term

Water in the button accordion and a spoon is white powder.

I ate these tablets with handfuls, not knowing the measure

First said goodbye to friends, then parted with Leroy

Could disappear for weeks, then not sleep for days

It all started civilly - it ended in a bath with prostitutes

2004 - drug addiction peak in the city

Synthetics were fucking everything, AIDS were especially in fashion

All young people stuck out, did not sleep at night

Parents raised their heads, what is happening to us?

And I decided to try out of curiosity

First, like everything in the nostril. Came to taste quickly

It seemed not enough to be in the subject

I realized - the wrong parish, began to move around Vienna.

I pierced from November to March like cattle, but I realized - I need to tie

Was already on the system tightly

He wanted to touch, quit, was on the edge of the well, was attached a little more than a month, but began to inject again.

Then they began to clap us in turn, it would be better if I was puffed with glue

In the fight against barbiturates, drug control was stronger

It doesn’t matter how you have been lambing: from under the floor or from under the stove

The control procurement system worked without misfire.

I was accepted at the end of June with AIDS in my pocket

Father was in shock, I could not look in my eyes

About a year I was on a subscription, refused the poison

But it was too late, I knew that in any way

Met with Nina. If you hear - I'm sorry!

I know you loved me, but could not save me, to tear out of the mouth of drug control

I am only one of the thousands of those who lost on this battlefield

I haven’t broken my life, I have guessed it myself, but what for the sake, huh?

May 2006: couples walk in the park

To someone the sun and love, and to me-prison bunks.

Save our streets from evil, violence and pain,

From the arbitrariness of the Gosnarko Monk operas

Save young boys from an overdose

A terrible threat hung over our generation

Save those who still survived those who stayed

Who has not yet been imprisoned, who was old

Save our streets from dirty needles

Save our dreams from ourselves!

One dreams of becoming an astronaut, the second - a doctor,

The third is a musician, the fourth is a cook,

The fifth dreams of being a rich khan

And I dreamed of being a drug addict, very strange

It is strange that I started smoking very early

And it’s strange that I dreamed of becoming a drug addict.

I dreamed about this from childhood and found it - 228 and white powder.

Then I began to stab again, already in the zone

Fucked loser, fucking, drug Rod in law

Do not be surprised, you can prick here here

Who wants to fight through Vienna - it will be ... no matter where

Like in that proverb: the pig finds dirt everywhere

Every day I realized that I was turning more and more into scum

Everything is not in time, Mobile calls

"Timur, how are you there?"

I recognize Nina's voice - the only one I was glad to hear

"I feel very bad. Take me out of this swamp. I'll die here ... "

I have nothing more to add