Sometimes it’s very hard.
It’s easy not to think at all.
And breathing is too hard,
The hope to rise – too small.
Love me sorrow and crying
Because of life is hanging on a hair,
Because of world which you’re occupying
Is very inaccessible stair/
We’re not lucky in all ways
Have me, and we’ll rescue look,
Just help me to turn on the light
Please tell me independent truth
Please give me another sense of life
Except of you…
Success will end more early than the storm,
…AND BLOOD WILL SPLASH ON WALL…
And blood will splash on wall
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