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[Notes of the old man ...]

Hello..

Not the time, not those people ..

After all, you, too, was in the thoughts to dump from this planet when you want it now ..

Creativity is a disease, and rather a disease of patients than healthy ..

It is frantic to write a line behind the line, mentally leaving the ground, but bodily here: at the table, on the floor, by the table, at the door ..

More and more often I think "to leave to breathe from this planet .."

P.S. I didn’t finish it, but I decided to lay it out .. not a song. I can't call her that .. but I like it. And it is unlikely that anyone else will like it except me))

[TEXT]:

1 verse:

And what to prepare when everything goes fast, huh?

Your world is bullshit, but I flew here.

And after the third mug, coffee will suddenly let me go

Surge in joy, everything is not so, hundreds of hands in cabbage.

The yard is more without grandmas, but why, without benches, even,

Without a doubt, they will tie their hands in the yards of seven -story buildings ..

And after the cough, waiting for the tightening of the new,

It will wake everyone in the morning, the number is not important to him.

A! Everything is circling me all the plan in the morning, at night.

Smoothly muddy in the eyes, they will ask: -Dright?, - Very!

I will not disassemble my muddy handwriting,

And the soul is not averse to, but love does not want.

From this planet to dump for permanent residence,

I remember, I was active, and now laziness is a protege.

Fate is not a port of the plot, I remember you need to live,

Memory with wires, wires, they cannot be lended ..

2 verse:

I understood only in the hall in the sweat can drain,

Lie down for an hour to the floor, and again life in verses.

the soul under the jacket, - ma, I'm sorry I will be late,

No, not with the boys, yes, one, ma, it’s more likely to return.

It still breaks me in winter,

I will dream of dumping uncertainly walking on the ground,

-And what to do there? - And what, where to dump? - Can you?

I am going alone, but a bunch of voices, what came for me ..

Hello love. I am in this matter the mediocrity is a child prodigy

Unfortunate extremely, as in thirty -two,

And why should I wait for who will believe in me,

If I have already believed in myself and my mother has my ringtone!

I will add this song, and I will be lost in the area,

There are eternal weaknesses there is the best doctor!

I will run on the phone book, those who are sick,

And I will give myself, my rod is an old wire.

[30.12.13]