Продолжаешь жить

You write the numbers on the stack ,
In which is still full of cigarettes.
Will you call luck
And someone will answer it no more.

Stop. And primerznet pipe
Phone in hand
As iron to his lips .
And like in slow motion ,
You sit down on a chair , do not believe the words .

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But you continue to live ,
Inhale and exhale urban dust.
But you continue to be ,
Coughing and you continue to smoke to live .

You see only the road ,
Shabby asphalt and boots in the snow ,
Do you hate the weather,
And do not you love color spring

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