Remember baby
Together we dropped the sky
And the stars were bright
We didn't know what else to do
So as not to die of melancholy
We walked around the city
Laughed at people
So as not to burn out from the blues,
Let it be from the speakers Spleen,
So that we don't turn up,
Our Gods will judge us,
If only you were happy
He who laughs is far from death
From universal evil
And he does not look at all,
On a donkey beaten with a stick
Optimism
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