He did not like the others
All the people in general are similar
Suffer from the same
From doubt, from the boredom of everyday life
From colds and the insult
And at each entrance a drunkard
Nuisance to neighbors live
And soon for us to come trolley
And we all go away on it
The sky darkens to a thunderstorm
Rain pours from the tap
But he did not like everything
And this is my problem
Doors slam, children crying
It is foolish to feel third
Equally angry teenagers
Tus, intersections
In importunate haste rushing machine
Hurry to bring down a man
Work, fidget, stress operation
While you're still not cripple
The sky darkens to a thunderstorm
Rain pours from the tap
But he did not like everything
And this is my problem
Wrong, even a compass
Curiosity leads us into the abyss
Draws skeptics see
In the obvious - that we are not birds
False and vile love and friendship
Jude paid for sincerity
The balconies of old ladies yelling at kids
Everyone has their own little garden.
The sky darkens to a thunderstorm
Rain pours from the tap
But he did not like everything
And this is my problem
