Became famous
I woke up in glory,
Way forgotten
I go to a woman clave.
Have pity, my dear,
Take off the burdens of fame.
I - Output,
Not this time
Be famous
Reaping the fruits,
Whether eminent
Sheaf of the harvest.
Slava Why me?
Why money?
Happiness in stable
Will be nothing.
Do not be cast
In the fiery lava.
Became famous
I woke up in the glory!
19.10.10. Z.Sh.
Slava Why me?
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