Первая часть в основных стихах.
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The spring is not going to come
To our cellar, where gin, rum,
Tequila, liquids of that grade-
And even wine of finest grape.
The spring is not going to come
To our place- don't mind the date.
It's where I differ from my Mom-
I'm vile ideal, an isolate.
The spring is not going to come
Into my heart, it's pretty locked.
Though no one tried to make a run,
It's so reflective and much shoked.
The spring is not going to come,
Though flowers are alive today,
The spring is not going to come...
Весна придёт? Вообще забей.
Весны не будет никогда pt. 2
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