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People meet, people fall in love, get married, para-pam-pam-pam,
And I have a pack of lungs in my lungs and a couple of lungs to lift.
Girls want everything at once - these are not butterflies in the stomach, these are gases.
And among the new, barely acquaintances, I will never see the majority later.
I am tired of long farewells, like commerce from meetings.
And you will probably come back to me, but you will come back for things.
A bunch of faces have drawn, and everyone is broadcasting something, gathering around with contented cabbage soup.
And it looks like portraits of people, and talking - a still life with vegetables.
And one of them will tell me that he is glad, or will say that he is glad to me.
And one of them will tell me: "Brother." Or say that brother to me.
He asks for a loan or for a service, returns from the payday all that kind of crap ...
These are friends for an hour, these are friends for the day.