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I wake up in the morning - the city is still sleeping
You wake up in the morning - the city is still sleeping,
The prison is not sleeping, she has long woke up,
And the heart hurts so in the chest
As if the slam to heart touched.

I look out the window, I strongly squeezed my chest,
It hurts from unbearable pain.
And the sky is a little slightly
Recall me that there is in the light of the will.

And from longing unwittingly dump
As if you warm up this soul ...
Oh, the eternal fear that you will die in prison!
And you will not die - you will distribute with grief.

Will go to walk, and scream on you,
You get used to this brand
And, by habit, taking back,
The eyes involuntarily omit in the ground.

And if you speak to the service -
You are out of order will be pulled out by tongs.
And in the evening they will come to you,
Cold Cake will call with things.

And from the longing, you involuntarily dub
As if you warm up this soul ...
Oh, the eternal fear that you will die in prison!
And you will not die - you will distribute with grief.