The orphanage put out the light,
So it's time to sleep,
The orphanage put out the light,
So 9:00,
And behind the wall softly chattering to himself,
And behind the wall softly singing to himself.
Was quiet time, vanished dreams
Each nerve expectation of spring,
Behind each door, chewed shit
For each step, jump out the window,
Separation from essentially muted sense ...
We are useless in their homes,
We are waiting for the gap, we live in the twilight,
Blind doubt encounter day
I was so hurt, I also shadow
From wall to wall, I heard a knock,
Oh, how sad, your voice each,
But we can not say in person,
And we can not close the ring,
And everyone has to die himself,
Taking with them their shame and disgrace,
Spring will come, and we are in chains,
We can not throw with your own self.
own self
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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