Простите мне мой слишком русский английский.
My inner balance is fragile.
Sometimes I'm happy as a child,
Sometimes enraged, sometimes dismayed;
So I'll go to the point straight:
I've tied it all up to the sky;
Don't ask me how, don't ask me why.
So when I'm down and feeling sad,
I'm not to cry but go instead
And pray to gather clouds in skies
To make some
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