One.
Seventeen minutes left, removed the ladder.
Smokes are heard coffee on the table.
And I want to turn back.
But by force took you a taxi in your captivity.
A slightly crumpled newspaper is a look.
And the noise of indifferent around people.
But themost mobile is not to blame,
What words did not have enough to tell her.
One means you can smoke again,
Lie, be late, pretend.
One - I'm sorry from the earth,
But I want to stay on earth!
One - I thought, what to invincible:
gloss, shine, ringing, speed, envy.
Split. Depressed. One.
Summit Monotonous Gul Turbin
But do not calm the clouds,
And waiting for an indifferent airport.
And they are waiting for indifferent me - call.
And rapid frames - another life,
Merry faces - other people's people
But through distances hundreds of miles
I still feel a connection with her.
One means you can smoke again,
Lie, be late, pretend.
One - I'm sorry from the earth,
But I want to stay on earth!
One - I thought, what to invincible:
gloss, shine, ringing, speed, envy.
Split. Depressed. One.
