Die, die, die,
What, finally, sing,
About how you live badly,
What is bad eat and drink so much,
And you, do not rush to nowhere,
For days on end, lie,
On the best days, you mourn,
Gone are your best years,
In this paper, in exile, and without freedom,
No, you do not say thank you,
And without love, mother, growth,
When will embrace the shoulders,
And say, pleasant speech ....
In itself only, you are in love,
Calm in the house, and your laws,
Asking planting on a chain,
Guest, you have to become a slave,
And who still have pride,
Who else lives with their work,
Party bypass your house.
Party bypass your house
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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