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I have never written funny songs
you won't find a word about happy days in these lines
and if suddenly the motive was once cheerful,
then it's all cheating my friend
scatter doubts to smithereens
I'll tell you about how bad things are
how a cat was stabbed to death in a gateway around the corner yesterday,
how this life maneuver failed
don't think, friend, that everything is cool
it will never be cool

I'll show you in a torn apart apartment
how a man who is stupid and alone settled,
how he pukes in his vomited toilet
and remembers how once he did not help himself
his noose, long hanging around his neck
squeaks with a desire to be more weighty
and the body longs to be buried in a trench
so as not to experience such terrible torment in the future

and the city eats your face with the cold wind,
but you still don't believe that all life is a mess
around you, rot, its victims fly
but you shout "everything is fine!"
naively