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I go away for a mirage
Felix Komarov
I go away for a mirage.
Camels barely drag his feet.
Freedom - a copper penny in the dust
. And soon to sum up.
For a long time I have nowhere to go.
And there is no shelter caravan.
But the heart is torn from the breast,
In an effort to perfect deception.
And I, like a dervish coppers,
Sbiralsya joy furtively.
And mirages so far.
And my heart is easy and sweet.
I go away for a mirage.
Camels barely drag his feet.
Freedom - a copper penny in the dust
. And soon to sum up.
For a long time I have nowhere to go.
And there is no shelter caravan.
But the heart is torn from the breast,
In an effort to perfect deception.
And I, like a dervish coppers,
Sbiralsya joy furtively.
And mirages so far.
And my heart is easy and sweet.
