Well, who came up with the distance ... well, who came up with this world ... Is not , whose long- consciousness , Lost and gone in a moment .. Everything was gray and faceless , Everything suddenly became tired, And hear their silent cries , In which became lovers. It pains me to contemplate this, I can not shut that cry , Which kills the ego All all here on our land. And who does not need any means, Listen to someone else's "do not want" All the same, in the habit of " gregarious " We will not make a wish ... And if suddenly you say, " I 'll be able to " ... You shut up and knock out on the threshold, And thou shalt be as a silent prisoner, Speak only in monologue ..... Friends will not be out of habit, You'll be forever alone , You will remember only unnecessary , Who also have endured a threshold, But with them, they hit you in sight, They have long been dead, And there is no point in continuing to carry banners, After the war , there is only you ... You should not go below ! Fight it ! Fight it ! you 're the same person! You're the boss on his own planet , And not the opinion of other people ! They will not be able to convince to the contrary, You are a winner! You are the master of the soul! And only you dispose of a life , His ! , And only his ! Hear my lines! Open your soul, And when did not listen to the serpent , They will always spit into your soul , Live for yourself! We only live once ! Overcome the distance ! Find the key to the padlock , And forget the feeling of " I'm gregarious " Do not be as stupid as your dead friend ...
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