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Walking under the hot summer sun ahead
Which year in a row,
There, where the time drowns gray asphalt.
Clenching his fist in the faith
Last mascot.
I add a step-by-step,
Hurrying forward, I know there
Wait, maybe I have no time for tears.
Despite the setbacks,
I do not look back. Serious was yesterday,
Today letters to nowhere without destination.
Why, I do not know
I know that there used to reach.
The requests are simple.
Empty phrases to the wind.
Now, sometimes far away.
By good luck on the road.
Believe me,
Let it not come back,
Let it play sadness
And warms the soul.
I used to think
I'm used to you breathe.
The concrete surface of the horizon, blending with the clouds.
Back to the road, tearing away the dream,
I get dreams.
At a meeting of eternity, and that is not strong enough to walk.
This will be only the middle of the way.

When the sun will be somewhere behind him,
When the time to dissolve, I do not come home.
When a stray foot, and not the strength to go
This will be only the middle of the way.

Since then, I started to live, not enough time has passed,
I know,
Water under the bridge is not small,
Also understand.
I remember every day that stayed behind me.
Still, I've changed.
I became a friend.
Perhaps matured, I do not know.
In another way, began to dream.
That was before expensive
Now I do not understand.
And the writing was different.
For serious, like,
But, just like last year all the songs of freedom.
Time has changed views.
I'm not the one that was yesterday.
Another, or become.
Do you remember the old me?
Remember how would grow faster
Now what:
We have changed, we are not the ones
Are not the same, believe me.
My soul went out of fashion.
My older style
My poems.
My view of the world,
And the world look at all the merits and sins.
Yellowed pages of an old book, saying.
Understand, we are not standing still.
Life for everyone the.

When the sun will be somewhere behind him,
When the time to dissolve, I do not come home.
When a stray foot, and not the strength to go
This will be only the middle of the way.

And again, if he did not hear other people's views,
Anxious breathing,
Gulping air from thirst,
Continue to run.
With every minute from the house next to the meeting fortune.
Today, I am rich,
And tomorrow, all wasted.
Crazy!
Cries followed:
Turn around, stop.
Behind him, closing the door,
Re getting another.
Past hide a key.
In the evening, the newly single.
One in the empty apartment of gray walls.
The road pulls dreams.
It's too late to turn, leave.
Erase and forget to leave
Tomorrows.
Trying to believe that life is really so blind.
And once again flee to the horizon to look up words.
For silence, road dust.
Swim and melt.
Lie and believe.
The last effort to run to a meeting of eternity - the empire.
Even if the heart is beating and tired to walk,
This will be only the middle of the way.

When the sun will be somewhere behind him,
When the time to dissolve, I do not come home.
When a stray foot, and not the strength to go
This will be only the middle of the way.

Still ahead,
Way back will not know
Gender road behind.
Meaningless to the edge of the road.
I remember still breathing.
I remember that I am alive now.
A hand early drop.
Time will heal the wounds, but
I believe.
Not lost, not killed.
Melody sounds in the shower.
In the eyes of the fire is still burning.
So, there is time to breath,
Last chance.
Yet to come.
I believe
I believe that my time will come.

When the sun will be somewhere behind him,
When the time to dissolve, I do not come home.
When a stray foot, and not the strength to go
This will be only the middle of the way.

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