"I'm dying "- he said casually, "But don't worry, it doesn't matter. Men are strong, rude and careless But they die sometimes." He touched the guitar strings expertly And took a deep drag on his cigarette: "Live girl, fun and bold. I will be far away at this time." "I want to live and just won't give up, But if, suddenly, my strength is not enough, Don't cry in vain, I won't give a damn, At least I've done a lot of things in my life. I loved in it, I was loved too, I plowed like an ox and rested with my soul. I didn’t betray my friends and got hit in my face In return, I hit back, I'm not an easy guy. My words cut the ears of tender souls, I cursed out where it should be and where not. I didn't hold a grudge, but I wasn't simple-minded, And I always kept the responsibility for my words. But the gods looked down from their heavens angrily, The deadline was calculated in the old abacus, Although many things remain unfinished, But I must leave, the epilogue has been completed. He put down his guitar and dropped the cigarette, Hugged the girl to him slowly. "Goodbye" - whispered in her ear, in secret, "I have been colled... Time to go, my soul."
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