Текст песни Мартин Вопля - столбыприколы

the back streets of the dead yards Vagaya
so drunk I am looking for yourself
from pillar to post on the road
I embrace their feet
I can not allow something to regret
for someone to dream
I want to know what awaits me tomorrow
really want to know
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tired of life , out of place , to breathe
with sudden weakness
inadvertent sweet aroma of freedom
I want to understand
I backed into a corner and accept it
chop off the ends
trim edges last option
tear yourself
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anybody give