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And the world is tired of paint mixed ,
And the indifference of being
He is under the policy publicity
And hundreds of thousands of different "I" .
Our toys have changed,
And do not chirp in the fields
Those horses of the wheels and steel
They were so expensive to us.

bicycle chain
World of a young and nervous
Gears spinning in existence.
By measuring the time the wind
Through the years, imperceptibly
In the dust on its wings disappear me.

And day and night turmoil
On the dusty streets , in the subway.
And laments how badly we
And life has become something quite different .
And rust on the balcony
Balance the good old days ,
While sinking into meaninglessness
The whole world and all drives stronger.

bicycle chain
World of a young and nervous
Gears spinning in existence.
By measuring the time the wind
Through the years, imperceptibly
In the dust on its wings disappear me.

I took a step in his today
And lost in the details,
In the vastness of cold windows ,
In empty and crowded cities.
And so I'd like to , as before
Twirl under the creaking tired ball
But it seems to me, is not our
Now he serves as the velocity .

bicycle chain
World of a young and nervous
Gears spinning in existence.
By measuring the time the wind
Through the years, imperceptibly
In the dust on its wings disappear me.