Настроение сейчас - Relived

Snow flakes are falling,
I'm sitting in a chair.
The phone haven't been calling,
I'm waiting for the change.

So why I'm here sitting?
Why everything goes wrong?
It must have been a point
That makes me feel so cold.

I want to be a winner
In my everyday life.
So I would go to window
To watch how flakes are fly.

My eyes won't see much
That happens very high.
But stil I can remmber
When was my previous fly.

So if you now ask me
"What's happening with you?"
I'll simply won't discuss it,
Cos I'm not with you)

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