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lyrical age
What could be worse
deserted house
and you alone again
lyrical age
what could be better
to have so little sleep
and headache

I'm not talking loudly
and you're so quiet breathing
lift the window
Flowers on the table
I silently cry
transparent and you write
if only this winter
soon it passed

it seems that the water flows upwards
in my every action - your nervous laughter
it seems the snow fall up
all my thoughts provoke laughter

in this big lonely apartment
so much space and all my childhood
all my thoughts have long been replaced
at such a young body to them too closely

Mom, all emptied out of me
I have no more, no head or stomach
Mom, all emptied out of me
I have no more, no head or stomach
Mom, all emptied out of me
I have no more, no head or stomach
Mom, all emptied out of me
Mama