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The revenge is sweet
And pity to itself was necessary
So I have survived, attacking a throat to enemies.
I simply played the fool
And bullets flied by
In hearts of those who as a result has appeared in fools.
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And now I with death on you
I can even drink with it
Someone will tell, but you have remained one
Yes, but for that I have dreams
And chance still something To achieve from a life,
So I do not need to be buried for the present.
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The revenge is sweet
But I now firmly know
That I did not drink, to sing it is necessary about that
What even playing at times the fool
One leg you grope road to paradise
Here now I shall drink up myself and I shall forget about all.
To drink itself
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