The read wearing women who cleans the road every day.
The grand mom in the park.
Grandmother in the hostel.
She cant even climb the stairs.
The depressed word they talk.
Sweat under their clothes, we never seen.
They were in this fight for a long time.
Our heroes living in TV.
Frustrated face of the women who was sitting by the road.
She was asking a Ruble for a beer can.
Did we ever think what they were trying to forget?
Did we ever think about their depression?
Many of us don’t have such a passion.
Cry when people cry.
Try to share what they want to share.
Those are poor, innocent lives.
Loneliness and the uncertainty twist us.
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