Текст песни Хельги - Блок. Двенадцать 8

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    Oh, you, woe is bitter!
    Boredom is boring,
        Mortal!
    Uzh I'm a time
    I'll hold it, hold it ...
    I'm hot
    I'll scratch, scratch ...
    I'm already seven
    I'll get it, I'll get it ...
    I'm a knife
    Striped, streaked! ..
    You fly, bourgeois, sparrow!
    I'll drink a little bit of blood
    For a feast,
    Chernobrovushku ...
O Lord, rest the soul of Thy servant ...
        It's boring!