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The Fence
3:08 20 0 11 лет
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efimenko ann
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efy sound
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THE FENCE Once Franz Kafka sat In his heavy coat On the fence I do the same I sit and waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin' This is already said Alredy foretold All the bands Did not help - They've got me waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin' For the next life Sittin' on the fence - the boundary of daily It's so splintery and old - as just my feeling And the big grey sky - it is my only ceiling in the next life. Kept the hands in the pockets Of my heavy coat Kept in warm - What for what I kept a waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin'? Franz Kafka'd already written Down my heavy thought Written down - Word by word - That I was late and it's late to rate or hate him The fate's unstraight, I duplicate him, We'd been waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin' For the next life. Sittin' on the fence - the boundary of daily It's so splintery and old - as just my feeling And the big grey sky - it is my only ceiling in the next life.