4am . My lungs burst of smoke ,
and in the walls of the apartment home lost subtitles
you, beautiful , walks into the room drunk,
or do I think ?
And in his head burst of imagination,
How to come to you and not to be thrown .
Questions at 4 am on the state of your health
and the state of anxious men in the basement of an abandoned clubs .
Undress and passes into the bed ,
5 in the morning , I look at your blanket,
holding in open arms .
I'm pissed off your look or bottle & quot; martiamo & quot ;,
I do not know , but stay in my memory girl 4 class
with sincere eyes. Girl with trembling hands , not yet zapachkanyh blood
stay in the memory , stay in reality , my love ...
If happiness - this is not love ,
I do not know that I had forgotten in this life.
We dried , diluted my world liter of boiled water , and I will survive .
Extinct Amur tigers and I are dying out from lack of love in a lonely apartment.
Opening the window to light a cigarette ,
flew the love of my life
and turned into verses of songs & quot; & quot ;. pereryvpyatminut
Do not let me die, fleetingly falling on the ruins of the city , or
in the hole with a half-dead dead .
Of my thoughts , thrown in a pot of water kepyachёnnoy ,
I brewed Rolton : wept over the ring stove ,
obzhogsya love obzhogsya thee to madness .
Pouring alcohol in the stomach, I stay fit, I stay fit, come on !
6 am , life has shown suffering.
On the monitor , feeling your touch , swallowing water from the tap,
choking in a sea of memories, I lost myself .
Smile, falling asleep , as you smile at each new arrival of happiness.
Getting into the dorm with fake passes ,
zadyhayatsya from dancing .
It's time to fall .
Honey, I love you, once and for all .
7 in the morning, I go to you , hugging ,
hold me , love of my life , I was waiting for you .