Текст песни 11.Sever - Мой почерк

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night in the exact arrows on three in the room sitting
My ears have insect sounds Zhu
in these ticks behave so insomperably
time at night is monotonous

Hand writes when the darkness window
At this time, I have my own bustle
in the world of fantasies only for me a ticket
I go further than this online

tea weaving and thoughts pour on a piece
I pull out several lines
I write again, I'm sure what happens
let even today but it turns out

I try not to postpone
soul says to this way
For me, this is all already familiar
and take another hour exactly

chorus:
My text will not help damage
I write text in the middle of the night
this is another hobby shorter
After all, this is my handwriting

I'll write a little a little lines
Soon one more threads get out
If someone will hear want
Know this my handwriting

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sometimes I am writing in the afternoon on the square
My tracks will play on the repeat
I do not go on whose footsteps
I try to do everything myself

My mind says no way back
I do not go to the decline after all the same treasure
I lay out every golden rod
Ready text I will not sell Yes, and I will not give

for whom the text more precious than gold
and who then pays no cold showers
happiness is always just around the corner
just have the right to look through the eyes of

time will nachirkayu new poem
it is time to begin to dawn on the side
sleep for at least until lunch
and then all over again and all over again