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Be careful, the doors are closing again.

Let's sit on the step and smoke - and it's already heaven,

Conscientiously closed doors are almost walls,

Wave your hand to the smart girl and the beauty,

Turn the golden key twice.

Not a funny joke at all

Move the hand back 12 hours,

And recreate the same incident

When none of the brakes worked.

But I almost had time to say...

Ah, empty.

Alcoholic idle talk.

Don't hold the doors, don't set the steps,

Do not trample the paths with your body,

Do not open the dormer windows in the shower, -

The train is leaving. Good riddance.

It’s night, the crossings are closed, don’t cross,

Now only to the sky, they are waiting there. It's raining there.