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Once very much for a long time,
In what I do not remember to year,
Took I in hands a guitar on the trouble.
I played for myself
And the bad company
All has terminated гитароманией.

Friends served,
And I have solved all,
I then for myself have solved all.
I sat and at night and played,
And here look, whom I became.

And now I – fate am old!
The exclusive and piece goods.
The fate is old!
Eternal holiday, infinite charcoal fumes.
The fate is old!
It is that about what I since the childhood dreamed.
Here also became,
But now I am sick, sick and old.

It is sick and old …

Years rushed,
The country changed.
Friends went on heavens,
And those who remained,
Acquired families.
And at me all wasn't time.
Me didn't torment neither fear, nor doubts,
I simply lived in other measurement.
And to myself I have created a pedestal,
And here look, whom I became.

And now I – fate am old!
The exclusive and piece goods.
The fate is old!
Eternal holiday, infinite charcoal fumes.
The fate is old!
It is that about what I since the childhood dreamed.
Here also became,
But now I am sick, sick and old.

Now I to myself don't search оправданье,
I am I and burn all with fire.
To me has bothered before you to wriggle,
To pretend that I am infinitely enamoured of you.

The fate is old!
The exclusive and piece goods.
The fate is old!
Eternal holiday, infinite charcoal fumes.
The fate is old!
Really I dreamed of it.
Nevertheless became,
But now I am sick, sick and old.

It is sick and old!.

It is sick and old …

It is sick and old …

It is sick and old …