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Sometimes it seems to me that nothing will happen here, will not grow, will not happen, new people will not appear; That it is necessary to cover the city with a huge blanket, that everyone would finally fall asleep and could start from the beginning. Where everything goes is one big mistake. The city looks like a cow from which cream is removed. Three and a half people, devoid of any color, drown in one swamp, tell each other fairy tales. And nothing works, does not live, does not breathe. Everyone looks under their feet, no one hears anyone, no one says anything. The mouth is filled with money. The streets swell ugly houses. This is not a song of protest, it just comes out. When the edges are filled to the edges, the flood begins. It is impossible to contain so much shit and not become part of it. The sights lost, I no longer know where happiness is. And there is nothing to lean on, the earth leaves from under the feet. I became part of the world from which I turning me back. Porridge is in my head, underfoot a swamp. I deceive myself, hold on an idiot. Everything is in order for me, I have enough work and money. That which is not yet is a consequence of only natural laziness. But sometimes I'm scared, thinking about what's next. Even now I feel in my voice a taste of light falsehood. I want

freeze, get up, look around, see what remains there, somewhere,

hidden in the heart. Get there for a couple of good songs. Without it

Just not interesting. A voice will sound. Sounds will be born. Will be

Fly into space, right in your hands.