Come to me for a tea party.
There are many inferior, like your two weeks in St. Petersburg,
Like a search for yourself in a menstrual seel.
It drips out of the eye, as in a flowing mixer.
I wanted to fuck everything, but everyone prefers face-testing.
And you did not spare yourself at all, like Ali Bulala,
I remember convulsions, even if a pin,
But all this can not be compared with your departure,
Like the loss of a breadwinner. I am a fierce spiritually.
How to portray the deaf in wagons and sell trinkets,
Here's another reason for you to get even a bit better,
But not the one that will settle in panties at the pussuar in the fast food.
I was completely empty, like a cadet, like workers in a host club,
But you will not get close to the void, from which side you are not coming,
You saw it yourself, so I decided to do all one.
He went to Valhalla from this bacchanalia, from which I was tired.
When you do not read the charter, they carry out a bark on the mouth,
They are hiding in your bottle of Frustail, and you are so gullible.
I'm still waiting for you for tea every evening, bring with you Milka Babble.
I will say that you found yourself not a woman, but a ballast, but still give a crab.
After all, I myself am no longer interested in anyone, as a martyr without a penny in my pocket,
Like a piece of bread with mold - even the tramps were not picked up.
So much empty scolding about the fact that you are Monogamen, lie to mom.
Lack of attention will no longer lure, the heart is pounding in the rhythm of Gabbe.
We robbed many to drink tea with nishtyaki,
But always ticked in time with the city,
Now I brew two bags
For us two. Let me finish it, citizen of a convoy.
I will tell you what my friend dangled,
Although no one will return it, I stayed
Like a dried bag in an empty mug.
You brought me to the Army "Sneakers",
I bring you cloves to the grave, such a friendship.
