Текст песни рома алфавит - 23

Stupid year
Empty city
Hand and feet shaped
To visit the house, you have to go for cordon,
Forget.
We do not feel the emotions,
We are not talking about words,
Yes, I would penetrate and without words,
Without weekly catching coins
Under the grievous eyebrows,
With embarked neck.
Never translate happiness to cash equivalent,
It is cheaper.
I read somewhere that a person
Having lived up to 75 years
on average sleeping for 23 years
So my way of sleep has already been passed,
Time to wake up.
While along the streets of the lanterns go out,
And headlights are less and more common on highways,
Growing demand to yourself
Doubt what did not reach, and could
That I am an amorphous
The night matches such thinks
Pity for yourself, in the chest burning,
And alcohol performs a toggle switch,
Removing tension.
Behind the covered window
The sun eats all the night glare at once.
Good morning, twenty three times.