Leben. лето 2005
What can I say?
I wanna find a word,
I feel my upset soul,
I am waiting for our meeting,
I wanna hear your greeting.
Now I am listening to the Schiller.
I see newsreal and trailer.
Oh, God, where are you?
Why do I feel so blue?
Loneliness, hopeless and guess…
But now I feel regress
And destroyed stress.
Look through the window
And you’ll see a widow
Who goes along the street.
Open your eyes and say yourself “freeze!”
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