I’m almost free, almost carele… (Galina Belysheva)

I’m almost free, almost careless.All wrong without you, but I almost breathe.Your lyric way, almost debunked.I, “almost” and “read” mechanically rhyming, you allow not to think about that and what to say goodbye almost, I could not.I want to let you know, the white-haired boy,I’m almost I’m still alive