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Poor people in pubs
In the evening after six
Groans deaf
Those who returned from the war
And found his house
Only ashes on the site of what once seemed a dream nezbytochnym
And now here and sell wine tavern
Peace, the way I imagined it completely fucked
Stayed sand so bitter resentment
Forgotten Melody alarming sound
Your class enemy said that tomorrow you will stand on a corner
And reach out,
and reach out

Do you remember that day,
The first time lost
He refused to pay the bills
And he left the usual Station

Continuing to be amazed
Remembering the old days
How I would like to believe and to know
that we still all ahead.

But the sky spit rain blood, anger boils it as mercury
You can sell or buy,
but you will never be able to roll

Banging his head against the asphalt times
Everything you hear - lingering howl
Patrol sirens of police cars

City fall asleep in the morning
But plants produce metal
Pigs and remove all relish
The moon illuminates the working-class quarter.

Hunger - the reality that tomorrow will be the same as today
It is also like a fortiori, as though lousy

To live like you live oblivious to the fact that there
Advertising poster, he will recall that tomorrow will again have nothing to eat

In casual eyes you see love
Someone tells you forgive someone else
That's the whole communism.
That's the whole provota incomprehensible garbage.

Poor people in pubs
In the evening after six
Groans deaf
Those who returned from the war

And not finding his house
I settled on a drunken corner
Street children remain children when breadcrumbs melt in your mouth

Peace, so I imagined how completely screwed up
Stayed sand so bitter resentment
Forgotten Melody alarming sound
Gnarled chord disturb
At some drops I will be warmer

And outside the wind. On the street again the illusion of days.
And outside the wind. On the street again the illusion of days.
And outside the wind. On the street again the illusion of days.
Illusion of days.

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