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I'm saving my sins . I'm saving my business.
While the crowd still drunk. And no dick did not understand.
Earth sings under the heel . Bursting heel sore feet .
And zaebeshsya decide who is friend and who - the enemies .
By wire sweeps evil tidings .
My tattered cat becomes wiser .
He hides from people on the roofs .

I learned how to steal, his eyes closed , his mouth open.
I learned how to die and hate his people .
Russia vspryanet slumber . Sparks of flame behind the altar .
I wish only to those whom I love , and himself not sorry.
Under the snow someone so alive.
Spring check who guessed .
Pencil proschitany final.

Aviary is getting crowded . And the sky is darker with each passing day .
And torn thin hair in a cheap lantern light .
But whisper hiding inside . The desire to survive pulls down .
Everything else - out of sight . Ink speck on the sheet.
Last chance to uninvited guests.
Last Chance huety blossoming .
I 'll wait until dark .
I 'll wait until dark .