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of a sudden, decembers freaked out and gone mad -
no snow, no frost, plus eight from the western seas
wind was howling between the blocks, and alike the thieves,
shadows ran down the ground from lights that were swinging at
wind was singing of all unhappy in foreign place
sparkles from cigarette drew a line through the velvet gloom
like in train through the opened window in toilet room
you`re secretly smoking and sparkles mark up the pace
let me go, who - or what you, dunnow - are
let me sleep on my way on the berth in the warmth and dark
while the train approaches my station where dogs are barking
through the smell of coal, covered by scratchy coat,
you disliked as some overwhelming load
but it keeps me warm and sound it keeps so far
through this night that is filled by strange and unlikely heat
I'd be dead in the morning
I certainly will be dead

что я делаю не так