I haven't got to know death yet,
Let's put off the meating with it,
There's so much left to sing.
If you're still thinking of a candle set on fire
I spit on you because I'm higher then the highest.
And everything that once was clear will later be unveiled,
My rock and roll has no purpose nor it's a remedy.
I always feel happy
In the places where I can be sincere,
Where I can blend into the crowd
And may not pretend to be someone else.
You want to go — shanti to you, and go away.
Dear friend, how do you put up with spleen?
Choose drunkenness or sport?
You smoothed all corners
And your life is a sheer damn compromise:
No ups, no downs!
It's tough to see the wind
Faceless, endless.
She's so pretty, when in the world
There is and is not. One and two.
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