Increasingly want

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Increasingly, i do not want to get up,

Get the news, past,

See who you could become

And stop being skuchno- ...

All thought that from the bustle

The wretched self swarm - one final - with a duel,

For simplicity belittling.

More and more want to forgive,

Enemies and those gentlemen who are in the subject

The one change that noisy

Allows to move on "you».

Twenty-ninth, an extra day,

My mouth is dumb in your hands,

Your girlfriend that ringing,

Burning flimsy bridges.

Phantom pain Crimea hanged

And we have no youth, no childhood,

Customarily vain undress

We hasten to sagging nudity.