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Madness breathing city,
Night - the border
alien worlds. I used to bury in your soft gate,
The hopelessness of summer dreams.

We had to flee,
Cautious hundredfold.
But under the ribs dancing childhood,
Peresvet eye 300 watts.

Burns the lips, rave,
Silly, tenderly and warmly ...
Kuta hands in colorful plaid,
Nose in the neck, then to his shoulder ...

Hugging, wander claws
In general your back ...

Father, what have you done to us,
We are burned in a fire.