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8 октября 2025 г., 13:58
Примечания:
Осеннего депресснячка вам. Навеяно мыслями о возможной другой работе и вообще о том, чего я хочу и каким вижу своё будущеё.
It's hard to breathe, it's hard to dream,
To think about what I feel,
To cogitate of what I want,
About the future I've ever thought.
It's difficult to reconcile
And every step to compromise,
To make up with the real life,
And keep the silence in my mind.
I have a lot of ways to go -
And I don't know what's real worth.
I have no time to stop and blow
And shout what I really want.