- The day "X" came, the time "H" came and came full "F"
- What was worried and yesterday I do not remember
Set of evening dresses prepared drops for swimming lanterns
From outside, where there are fleeting silhouettes of people
comes day when you understand the essence of things
When the boiler of questions in you this itchies
On the ship, I do not rush - you need to ship
In summage, the way disappeared as when a lady from the nose of the Kazakh
We are glad to shit, they would fill the blood
Languages grow here like a leaning - panels of fields
After all, I am self-sufficient without abundance of ideas,
I bring a delay, but I did not drive
It's not fashionable, but I know how cheerful is the world
We are thin, the mordor is crawling like a lice without need
Hundreds of icons, do not save fallen bones
Riota reached even those who were happy to post
Hands are locked with a scotch of their safety essays
What is shared by society, because we will pull us out deliberately
So the law in part of the honors kills all other style
Leaving only even jerky jerks
By the way, sculpt, do you know
His statue of freedom is
How to guard, become a satellite
From the Society of Shadows, Living without worries
And the thought was not a roar took on sore,
Enough to regret yourself, and on spam
Escander beat, fuck, so, Zarubi,
Only you can fly like samum
In the head more plans than on the ground of sand grade
This is the reason without sleeping to spend the night, almost like Mossad
After all, I will not hide a nozzle on whose brains
Moreover, I am almost clear my position in the sleepy hollow evil.
I know to get to paradise, you need to experience the troubles of death
So appreciate, connoisseurs I'm climbing on the chapel healer
Something changes in the views of people or can me
so it seems, but the stronger you, the more weak
Demons without bullets, but not without charge
evil throw under feet sake
What? Or maybe I'm one of them
"Ottop" - verbolite inner voice
You're like everyone, congratulations, post scripts age
Among the concrete plates of my room
Gentlemen in windows peace, individuals and
Own space
I free Battle from my presence in it
Good faces, Karel Sitkom
All Creative Revolutions, Ottkint Kuts
It's all the same Battle, not a collection of sad stories,
Although I do not argue with you, this is a Houdini - remember me.
