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opened the lid, the sound is too familiar and pleasant

the smell of hops, friends nearby, everything is fine.

The pad is shrouded in smoke, there is a conspiracy here.

half asleep, someone half sober today.

there is no fawn in my pockets, I don’t hollow,

I’m not a fan of talking behind your back, but I speak directly.

here, even without this, there is something that hurts the liver,

Somewhere they are making noise at night, here it is already dead in the evening.

head off shoulders, into the oven, ashes fly in the wind,

Life is so short, this image will cut it in half.

My pipes are burning from lack of time,

At times slow, at others at a frantic pace.

Who cares what stage your body is at?

here with charcoal on white, on black with chalk spaces.

slowly the sun slipped below the horizon,

the night opens up work, charging the day with money.

There are gangsters everywhere and there is no one to send to hell,

Apparently a lot was eaten, tons of smoke was consumed, and I couldn’t count the drinks.

somehow I didn’t come out with a face, you know, but my body is thin,

not a fan of competing in front of a crowd in particular.

I barely have enough air to finish the track

I can get stuck for a long time on the falling snow

the anchor with chains pulls the mind stubbornly to the bottom

I'll walk a mile with tension, brother, then I'll rest

The days are getting shorter, the nights are long,

instead of a thousand lines, a bold dash.

the pencil is ground down, the trash can is filled with leaves,

The room is half empty and you tell yourself stop.

strange habit, from Kumara to Talovo

your head is filled with a bunch of words about the most important things.

I was born in the last century,

grew up on different tracks,

I found cassette decks and now I remember it fondly.

there was joy and pain, sweetness and salt,

Sometimes it hurts that you won’t feel it again.

time took away mercilessly,

those who were nearby, dear, close, relatives

and first love.

people grow up, their voices become rougher,

your gaze will not fade as long as your pulse runs through your veins.

Something will cool you down in a difficult moment, something will warm you up.

to each his own, but not to each his own, believe me.

I saw how the wrong step eats up people's fate.

I saw how the life of the majors is slowly dragging him to the bottom. Apparently until the end of my minutes I will never understand,

Why should any scum without honor get carried away?

time burned out quickly, twenty is a number.

In memory there are purely faces, nearby are those who have not merged.

there's a lot of shit ahead, there's a lot to see,

damn life is not equal and there is no point in trying to equalize it.

I barely have enough air to finish the track

I can get stuck for a long time on the falling snow

the anchor with chains pulls the mind stubbornly to the bottom

I’ll walk a mile with tension, brother, then I’ll rest.

p.s. hop-and-hop