We laugh at death and we buy kgs of tablets in a drugstore;
We say that life is fine, and we go to shop behind one more bottle of vodka;
To us насрать on public opinion, and we constantly ask: "as I look?";
We love loneliness and strong we compress in a hand a mobile phone;
We consider that our house - our fortress, and at night we are afraid that it will blow up together with us;
We are assured that are absolutely quiet, and we last a hand to the next cigaret;
We shock people and we are afraid to tell I "love";
We don't trust people and, at least, once a week we are cried on to somebody shoulder;
We don't trust in love and at night we cry in a pillow;
We live for today and we plan on the tomorrow's;
We from a principle don't watch news on TV and we read them on the Internet;
We are very self-critical and we love only ourselves;
We hate our government and with pleasure we mark an Independence Day;
We forgive ourselves all errors and slantwise we look at those who makes them;
We don't trust in ideal people and every day in crowd we look out for the ideal;
To us it is bad from crowd in the underground in the mornings, and we patiently stand every day on a platform in expectation of a train;
We choose that to us to listen, and involuntarily we echo "factory" somewhere in the street;
We always say that we think, and have almost forgot to smile sincerely;
We want, that people accepted us such what we are also hours we stick out before a mirror;
We love clever phrases and we do not understand ourselves;
At us a heap of unsolved talents, and we do nothing that they have revealed;
We hate birthdays and always them we mark;
We adore to sleep in the forenoon and we put an alarm clock for 6 mornings;
We always achieve that we want, and we are afraid to be to nobody necessary;
We write the personal diaries and we want, that them read.
It is possible to spread wings and to depart from all it towards to a wind. But we don't have wings. Because we are unworthy them.
