Аннотация: Мы больше не живем по глупым пророчествам.
Пусть поэта слова станут твоим одиночеством.Стало как-то проще вставать по утрамИ смотреть на движение календаря.
I was born yesterday, 300 years ago
And there ain't no explanation
for this situation that I'm in
And I don't want to live forever,
that's just the way it's always been
All of the children I've had in my life,
I've watched them grow up and
grow old and then die
And my wives, Oh how I've missed my wives
Why won't the angels come take me away?!
