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Сыновья молчаливых дней

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“Сыновья молчаливых дней
Смотрят чужое кино,
Играют в чужих ролях,
Стучатся в чужую дверь;
Сыновья молчаливых дней
Боятся смотреть в окно,
Боятся шагов внизу,
Боятся своих детей;”
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“I’ve seen it all, I have seen the trees,
I’ve seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze
I’ve seen a man killed by his best friend,
And lives that were over before they were spent.
I’ve seen what I was – I know what I’ll be
I’ve seen it all – there is no more to see!”

Patti

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Jesus died for somebodys sins but not mine
Meltin in a pot of thieves
Wild card up my sleeve
Thick heart of stone
My sins my own
They belong to me, me

People say beware!
But I dont care
The words are just
Rules and regulations to me, me

I-i walk in a room, you know I look so proud
Im movin in this here atmosphere, well, anythings allowed
And I go to this here party and I just get bored
Until I look out the window, see a sweet young thing
Humpin on the parking meter, leanin on the parking meter
Oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
And I got this crazy feeling and then Im gonna ah-ah make her mine
Ooh Ill put my spell on her

Here she comes
Walkin down the street
Here she comes
Comin through my door
Here she comes
Crawlin up my stair
Here she comes
Waltzin through the hall
In a pretty red dress
And oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
And I got this crazy feeling that Im gonna ah-ah make her mine

And then I hear this knockin on my door
Hear this knockin on my door
And I look up into the big tower clock
And say, oh my God heres midnight!
And my baby is walkin through the door
Leanin on my couch she whispers to me and I take the big plunge
And oh, she was so good and oh, she was so fine
And Im gonna tell the world that I just ah-ah made her mine

I was at the stadium
There were twenty thousand girls called their names out to me
Marie and ruth but to tell you the truth
I didnt hear them I didnt see
I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock
And I heard those bells chimin in my heart
Going ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong.
Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong
Counting the time, then you came to my room
And you whispered to me and we took the big plunge
And oh. you were so good, oh, you were so fine
And I gotta tell the world that I make her mine make her mine
Make her mine make her mine make her mine make her mine

I dont even know which one of her i love more

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and thats just from “rid of me”

and there’s also henri lee, this is love,good fortune, down by the water and all meters of delicious shit.fuckfuckfuck i love thesegorgeousinsanewomen

And I, I might as well be dead
But I could kill you instead…

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“
Иванов на остановке
В ожидании колесницы,
В предвкушении кружки пива –

В понедельник утром жизнь тяжела.

А кругом простые люди,
Что, толпясь, заходят в транспорт,
Топчат ноги Иванову,

Наступают ему прямо на крыла.

И ему не слиться с ними,
С согражданами своими –
У него в кармане Сартр,
У сограждан в лучшем случае – пятак.

Иванов читает книгу,
И приходят контролеры
И штрафуют Иванова –

В понедельник утром все всегда не так.

Он живет на Петроградской,
В коммунальном коридоре,
Между ванной и уборной,
И уборная всегда полным полна.
И к нему приходят люди
С чемоданами портвейна
И проводят время жизни
За сравнительным анализом вина.

А потом они уходят,
Только лучшие друзья
И очарованные дамы
О стаются с Ивановым до утра.
А потом приходит утро,
Все прокуренно и серо,
Подтверждая старый тезис,
Что сегодня тот же день, что был вчера.”
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