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The scene will remember you that way,
 Inspired shirt jerked on his chest,
 From the empty gutters smoke rising,
 Drops of sweat illuminate hot spotlight

 Hate in my heart, despise for nothing
 You do not know these words, and the more senses
 You try to live the way you sang just
 By way of rubble heard the crunch

 You're not afraid to be targeted
 You are not afraid of anything
 Crumbling room and shade range
 You're not afraid, but you're not saved

 You forget that life is only 7 laps
 How many miles do you measure, crawling on his belly,
 How much blood do you zassanny spat on the floor,
 I changed you anything someone loving?

 Was the last worthy of the finale,
 It is the bitterness of victory, empty tragicomedy
 You're helpless believed, not known:
 Good God is still there, and he looks at us

 I close the hunting season,
 The stage is empty, extinguished searchlight
 Above his head fluctuate vaults
 Get out and do not meddle in my soul

 You've been staring out of an empty glass,
 You're so sharp and honed brazen glance
 You seemed to have forgotten the fact that you - it's me,
 My grand hero, my ceremonial dress

 And helpless gaze rests on the floor
 And the guitar goes from weak hands
 And under the arch collapsed, we'll die together
 I walk with you into a vicious circle

 Yes, you know how to hate Now
 Well, shoot me for it
 No, you can, card bit,
 Still, few in the world poets