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Here I am, some kind of awkward ,
Sleepy and idle while ...
That my friend in his dirty boots
It is necessary to have a beer stall .

So many times I was dreaming
In the pale haze lightning ?!

Before me are string
Sad and happy faces ...

This is my house and I sit on the bench ,
And underfoot wine.
Dries day on a rope cloth
Night flies out the window.

And I dream that I'm - Poultry
In the sky of the northern capital .

Below me are string
Sad and happy faces ...