Fucking everything, but argue about this,
When, how do you which sea?
White is not black, everyone has their own, fucking life,
Lay off all, or just hold on.
True, they say, do not agitate,
A tired, lie down, relax, anyone not angry,
Under a warm blanket, or in armor made of metal,
Look at the sky, soothing colors,
The morning will be wet, a short cool,
This means fast in the way,
After a short halt, all as promised life.
I know, everything will be OK,
And do not lie, do not promise, and pull the roll,
I already know everything there is on the horizon,
Where, tomorrow, the sun will rise there find themselves.
Fucking everything
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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