Luyện nghe bài hát Comrade

Little little smokes
And oblivion in a dress
In a door opens
a wall where the wind is born
Near the garden
saints and angels
Are afraid of the
The alleys no names
are the hours or the years
I stroll
Dressed in a overcoat
And a hat of black
I remember
If nice out
I walk
And I smoke

Every in a while I tell myself
It's to stop
And I continue
I tell
I have to get air
I have to at the clouds
And breathe in a lung
I have to see the fly
And take a little
I smoke so much
I myself also

I tell again
I a headache
My life is a of water on my eyelid
And I'm no longer

The are songs
And the days
I no longer have one of respect for myself
But I see no
Who smoke the cigarettes as me
And who are just as as me
I'm pretty
Without really why
It doesn't to speak of the sun
The
The sea and
eyes hands
It is necessary often
To speak of other
We know that there are beautiful countries
With handsome men
With no less women,
But all that isn't sufficient
But dizzying
rings and bays
Makes the bow
We and we see
Again many other
are always the same


And over there
goes by
Simple as
And everything all over once again
I read in the stars the good will of my
In a river I love one
I the flowers sing
There are the goodbyes of
A cry falls a fruit
My God my god
I will be accordingly always the
My head in my
And my hands in my