Who can lead me from the grief?
Who can show me, where's the way?
Who can save, who can forgive?
Who will bury me one day?

Who will show me where's the path?
Who will build with me my hut?
Who will pull me out of bath
That is full of my own blood?

Who will take away the razor?
Who will pull me from the roof?
Blood, which flows, like scarlet geyser
Said that "Nobody" - and proved:

"Those, who left you in time of joy
Will not need you, when you are sad
Not - you will die, you've got no choice"
If life was such, death is not bad...














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I need just one letter... just to know... that he knows me...
That he spared at least one thought of me...