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When all of the stories that are in the world, 
Die villains. 
Born children with translucent skin, a single body, 
The whole world except his own business. 
The words will disappear - do not need it. 
Now the same inscription in the closet. 
I have sold all over the world in those colors, 
They were a reflection of love and great stories 
For the future of nations. 
How painful to realize th **** yourself 
Difficulty swallowing years 
Vnesovershenstve search for freedom! 
To seek my Manado? 
From body to body - I do not know. 
That ladder rung know 
To learn how to wind up walking? 
As the sun warms the roof color? 
Zaplevana step ... 
Above it is difficult to jump strangers advice. 
Why are you broke the door in the summer? 
You go to let paved. 
Give us all that we have a steal! 
Extinguished the lamp, the coil was burned, 
The light which you flew. 
What are the goals? What light? 
Villains die - born children. 
But do not answer all the wrinkles, 
How eager rails and bent back. 
And the spirit of wars, revolutions smoke - 
Only coal in the furnaces of evolution? 
I have one now only heats: 
Born, those who have time to learn 
Other objectives of the other world. 
Villains die - born children