Twenty ten
Some people say that
There's two years left
Fortune tellers make their money
But in fact
Nobody knows
Nobody gets
Nobody cares
What they have.
I don't trust horoscope
Because they just lie
There's nothing that we don't know
About our own life.
People, who write them
Never know
Never guess
What about
What about
What about
Stars are crying.
What do you see in all this
What would you say about
How would you live with all this.
Maybe you go to Africa.
Maybe you go to Canada.
Maybe you go to Black sea?
Or maybe you come to my sea
My sea. Here.
What do you see in all this
What would you say about
How would you live with all this.
All that's left is
Waiting
Hoping
Not crying
Living
Loving
Improvising
Let's improvise
Let's improvise
Let's improvise.

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