Boom! Inhale and exhale, under the flecktarn coloring park, the chest is lifted by the wheel
how many times was on the verge, fell to zeros, like walking parabolas
By gloating, they tried to cauterize all those pizdabol that wandered the way,
trying to prove everything to me that I’m going the wrong way and I live according to the wrong patterns. I am
he didn’t believe a single gram of them, and since childhood he was recruited as a Nazi-grammar librarian, not knowing Sean Combs and Dillard Tramar,
cut the culture, all this is ridiculous and somehow in its way too illiterate,
but intended to free the wings of an angel from a piece of marble.
Woo! And in the fall eternal night melted behind the garages in the flame
The figures of dancing Ongons in children's eyes were reflected by orava
therefore, I am not from this world, save me from routine, to prophesy me
looking through the smoke into those centuries where all eight hooves grow herbs
so give me the strength not to break in this way, he is in the dark, without beauty,
if in trends and in the top discussions I brought out hitherto unfashionable,
what's the difference then who is against us?
Since with us all Russian dead, sleeping winter, painfully one
boom! Good morning, the universe will load up again with hundreds of pulling tricksters
that they will weave event nauzi, just copying the network of metro stretches, the pulsating knock of capillaries, the pattern of cobwebs,
I’d swim like an icebreaker, breaking the hummocks of whores, doused, untouched and hipsters,
It looked so inorganic in the midst of foreign cars, and gray houses with blue screens, in which the whole point was abyrvalg, he went around with applause and buzz, he often visited here, I didn’t find anything close to me, because there’s one without you, head in ears of corn,
wow! And in the spring and beyond the floods of the river, dawn was rising in bonfires,
and the white faces of the mists rose above the distant sleepy floodplains,
Everything was not so perfect, but it was not in vain,
After all, if this song sounds in you, it means that the birds inside are not all looped,
so give me the strength not to break in this way, he is crooked, without beauty,
if in trends and top discussion brought extremely slaughter,
what's the difference then who is against us?
Since everything with us is cult-dark, north-summer, cedar-coniferous!
Ohh never!
