between? tons of ice and stone, we have two gargoyles - beat their tails,
crumble and soul, and Mnemonic of the memory of all those good - do not become us.
well what it is bad for me? - The eyes of others. and like too shades of the sea,
but just right, they are strangers. but just right, not worth sorrow.
are not happy, is not worth the time that they were pouring down, penny curve.
the eyes of others, a bastard, and I do not need because of another.
and I used to you, but as soon as possible, but it happens in fairy tales cheap.
cotton and feet go numb and when painted in colors
your latest achievements, I do not keep up with the names,
and your brutal attraction, like a fucking tsunami.
but do remember they are sick, you zabyvshegosya angina,
such a peaceful and mundane, such became suddenly single?
Do you think they know and smell, but I feel I did the other?
we are two gargoyles and it is a miracle that we happened, let stupidly,
albeit ridiculous, and close finish, let us with someone, let them have no control ...
But we were, we were, you hear? we really were. and not in vain.