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Every day I go back to the same thing
But where is the rainbow of life?
Where are the colored puddles?
Where for all the sorrows
Find hope for me?
Where in all the gray mass
Find candy?

As much as possible, straining,
Try every day
Constantly break down
Cram into a corner
I'm sick of it, give
I catch my breath!
But no one has a chance
The show must go on!

And everyone is happy one more time
To touch a living
"You are not born with talent,
You are not destined to sing, "
I'm tired of living this way
I'm tired of enduring
How the heart cuts
Wicked lash of tongues.

I'll rip with my word
Your black speech
And, like buckshot shot,
All your strength will leak
And now you have nothing to answer,
After all, your syllable is not perfect.
End, put out all candles.