I know, my time sometimes shall come,
And I SHALL FLY above your dogmas!
But I’ll never ask about the some
Even on fucking Christmas..!
I do not ask about state,
I do not ask, about president
The government takes-up-head late
And pays attention to all residents..!
Why I should hear these fucking screams?
Why I should test this life not better?
I don’t do fatal deadly sins...
Good-bye, I die, write to me letters…
My times come
© Copyright: Фёдор Зима, 2007
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