Текст песни похода - с .Заліся

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Rails, rails, sleepers, sleepers,
rode the train delayed
from three sixes.
It should be used drapes curtains.
Rails, rails, sleepers, sleepers,
rode the train zapazdaly.
Declare my ways:
& Quot; you ought to get & quot; ...

Life was and what I had to do;
my life - she floated like a swan.
Let fate debris collects
those ideas that fly in the head.
On the table are scattered notebooks
in these verses do not tear them for God's sake
and do not be angry at what I fly
above the ground. I miss you so much !!!

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Is it worth it? ...

White sheet, line by line runs.
The sound of wheels, I put back the point.
Outside the window, all those years,
life - a movie, not a breath of freedom.
That's all (that's all) - ended the poem,
but I was still tormented by the dilemma:
How can I be? Fly in the heavenly smooth surface,
or become a verse in my notebook? ...

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