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I took my earphones off and listened to the wind. Through open doors of the empty train. The wind told me a horrible secret: we just have one day left. Chorus: You’ve got AIDS — and it means, we will die. We are going to swallow pills at the hospital. Won’t think about tomorrow, won’t watch TV. Look for a «far far away land» on the map. Maybe we are lucky and will get the visas. Chorus. Didn’t cover the debts.. See you later, mama — the neighbour’s got the keys. I was blowing on my eye-lids until they cooled down. The weepping willows cried and and left marks.. A-ha. You, lazy, didn’t read in the newspaper that: You’ve got AIDS and we are far away.

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