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you step into this kind of shit suddenly and without even looking,

you get wet to the skin, cramps grab your legs

you drink more coffee from the old machine

and trample along the tangled road in search of home

no coincidences, no unfair victories

there's nothing behind you, there's a past on my lap

and even if it’s banal, there is one answer to everything

even if there is nothing here everything is very possible

This is impossible, in such campaigns a lot of important things are lost

these gifts of fate can sometimes lead to the grave

I'm telling you what I can't tell everyone

take care of yourself no matter what, I haven’t asked anyone for this yet

We are not empty in our own world, unlike all of you

putting on old sneakers machine feeling after 200

the selfishness of others contributes to the effect of pendants

and those who climbed from above can easily be thrown off those very small stairs

we, as functions, move along segments by order

we wait for tomorrow, we want yesterday, we die today, we can’t do that

in such a secret, although cheerful

at least with intrigues, but they are thinning out as if they had taken everything away

I remember something under the skyscrapers for half a day I drew in your eyes

I remember asking someone to throw curse words at me, I asked with some kind of fading speech about distance, stupid circumstances and where there is not much and you at times, I would have died there