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Oh, I hail to you, Bertha.

You swim in reflection of the stars.

But your reflection is incomplete

And look, as greedy tendencies

Hand is stuck to your body

You transparent deceptive

You lie and draw me

But I swim from depth of the stars

All that I remember

I dont know your voice

I never now remember about it

Climbs down on wall and dont remember

This walls broken gap

Someday they destroying me.

Baby, you must die

But I cut my vein

But in lifes does not be a love

Over wall take care of me

Someday they destroying me.

Opened lips repeat without words

"Rust of the riped stars"

Your reflection thrill, your look - is crack

Good by, Bertha, good by

Good by, my little dead Bertha

Good by, my little dead Bertha