Текст песни Никей Ико - ПИСАТЕЛЬ

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Suicide note. Tom seventh.
All the wires, while writing a note
And there is no one to say, well, everything, gone;
No one to hug and say goodbye forever.
Cook, I am trying to explain
How to leave the life of the island.
So, word for word, and flew life
By itself just completed,
And I do not still, not all managed to say
What is this life I already got.
Tenth is writing and bear the end,
And millions of lives will be small.

Hard work, bezsmyslenno, beztsel-
ny, but I write, I write, do not stop
Twentieth is the fortieth ... ... in pastel
nights sleep kicks not pound.
All died long ago, who was near
And waiting for me, and because of the clouds look down,
They call to him, and I focus on them
Through his writings do not pay.
I liked to say goodbye and write?
Cherish life, lust of death.
So the passion for the Word of mortality win
Poets and writers are designed together.
06/02/2015