Crazy years extinct fun
hard for me, as a vague hangover.
But, like wine - the sadness of past days
In my soul than the old, the stronger.
My path sad. Promise me labor and sorrow
Coming fermented sea.
But I do not want, the other, die;
I want to live, to think and suffer;
And I know, I will delight
between grief, cares and worries:
Sometimes again harmony upyus,
Above fiction tears obol,
And it may be - in my sad sunset
Flash love smile farewell.
