Breathless flowers, stupefied in the edge.
Typing drugana, screaming on the entire tram.
Well, what found an elephant?
In response, only waiting beeps.
Rails lead the wrong way
Please take this carriage for me.
I beat on the horns,
Choosing a road like centaur Tyler
The tram does not take a hit, in a hurry in a hurry, but we can borrow with you
While the earth is shaking under your feet, bags under your eyes and an unhealthy look.
Significantly in the dance of words he put the rhymes under the basics of the med-city, gud kid.
I am alone in this transport, to which I don’t touch everything is melting.
Sweep hands - upholstery on the chairs dissolved in dog barking
Touching the fingers - and there are no glasses in the whole tram
From clap palm palm frame disappeared
Now nobody will remember his rusty face.
I soar along the concrete slabs and steel threads
Drunken likeness birdman
Five-time copy of the chain of events
This film is reduced to the size of the bust Aguilera
Do not flatter yourself, reduced to the size of Kera Knightley's bust
That's better, you're a damn Xerox and just a bayter
Drown yourself self-pity in a dozen pints of bad light
For a moment, forgetting that you're not homebombed, but a proud streetfighter
I am flying along the open panorama of the streets
With my appearance, the cheeks of the city poured tightly
Who are you in this metropolis drunk clown krasti, who lost the eaves under your feet
or ulysses who have forgotten the way home
or a hippopotamus cat, who left the primus, shouting: remiz & # 33;
Cheers & # 33; And snatching from behind the browning
Wondering, did not notice how on the rails left behind the wall Audi
I crashed into it and crushed my whole skeleton
“It's over,” I said, and languidly stretched out in a bloody pool,
- move away from me for a second, let me say goodbye to the earth.
Where are you, my Penelope? - the cat started fading eyes towards the door to the dining room,
- you did not come to my aid at the time of an unequal battle.
You remember why I arranged all this
What for hundreds of metaphors and nights without sleep
Voulez vous coucher avec moi,
Ce soir
