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My guitar cries
Not whining or whining
My guitar cries
And the head does not hurt

no no not untill we artificial sadness
and grief and tears your
no no we hand never omit
and I'm not sick or crazy

In life, not a little sadness
And I would not want more
And if all is lost
That I would not sing

You will not believe, but it is so beautiful
I do not have time to absorb
Yes, I have the strength to not live in vain
and just about the best dream

no no not untill we enigmatic views
with black-and-white posters
I'm sick of philosophical treatises
grief went to the roof

Sadness all terrible
Bacilli, living on the planet
Do not, do not you dare
And suddenly, you hear children
My guitar
Quickly breaks apart the longing
There is no worse nightmare
For anyone who does not like happiness
Beats on the brain
Those who hands down
snow harbor
Immediately jungle grow