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Автор: Gubat Abdullaev
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filled with worms.

      He will not be mourned with enthusiasm Yaroslavna.

      They will be admired at all times, spend fabulous money,

      Seeing again, again and again.

      And you will go into the darkness, and the earth will block the way back.

      They will not touch you, talk to you, cuddle.

      Well, maybe they will remember it once, but not more.

      What are they alive for the dead to kill?

      Departing bus after

      You look, reluctantly recognizing:

      Just disappears life trace

      Snow sweeps him on purpose.

      Fragile snowflakes strive

      Soar up again,

      Do not stoop.

      Stupid snowflakes you,

      It is impossible to enjoy forever.

      We are all guests of Mother Earth,

      All leave, no one will remember us.

      How many b, you blizzards, not broke,

      Soon Spring will remind of itself.

      I do not believe in UFOs,

      In the apocalypse and in the spirits.

      Maybe this is wonderful

      Well, I do not believe and that’s it.

      In Chupacabra I do not believe

      And in the Loch Ness monster,

      In the werewolf, the Witch, the Fairy,

      And in the pirate treasure.

      I am sure that there is no Mermaid,

      No Yeti, no Zombies…

      I do not believe in that horror life

      I believe in real love

      Painfully.

      Tears swallow.

      Know but

      I still dream.

      Rubber heart

      Silent

      Not a single knock.

      Sleeps awake.

      There is not enough air.

      I do not live.

      Terminate my moth.

      Winter again

      Blizzards again.

      I see myself

      What flew away

      Birds to the south.

      Not soon to return.

      The time of those blizzards

      What famously rush in

      In life il fate.

      Does it matter?

      One thing is clear:

      Winter again

      Blizzards again.

      Blizzards,

      Frost

      Sobbing in bed

      Night without sleep, My dream is close to me

      All this is strange. I sleep awake.

      Outside the window, snow was falling, rain was falling.

      Morning again. Back at the bakery on the corner.

      Home to run Macintosh.

      What do we have here? World News?

      Hmm… about hunger? About diseases?

      Aha! About those who are mad about fat!

      About war? About kids?

      “Children need clothes!

      Children want to see and hear!

      Children need support!

      Do you hear? Save the little ones!

      Do not plug your ears. Do not look away.

      Do not pass by. Do not fall asleep standing

      At your monitor.

      Become a hero for a second”

      Ooh…

      Boring, uninteresting.

      Beaten, sad, fresh

      I would need

      I would need

      Just open the window,

      Just let in a little

      Fresh air.

      I would need

      Just forgive yourself

      Just accept yourself

      And stop punishing

      I would need

      Just counting up to one hundred,

      Stop anyone

      Prove anything.

      I would need

      Just closing my eyes

      Imagine

      That we are strangers to each other.

      I would need

      Just meet the dawn,

      Just spend the sunset,

      Just live between them

      It’s not wrong

      Who does not go all in,

      Who does not risk, who is afraid.

      Whom you can’t whip,

      Not podzadorish

      Who does not accept impropriety,

      They eschew.

      Who does not dare

      With the fate of an agreement.

      Who cares what they think

      What will they say, in other words

      Rumor is afraid.

      Who suits

      Any alignment of events

      Who is not in a hurry to change it,

      Does not want to rush.

      Who lies to himself

      What others have is no better.

      Who to change

      Not committed.

      Who forever stuck

      In the choking swamp

      And scoffs at those

      Who can not sit on better.

      Not