Again the gadars of the boys!, Hello girls.
My poems are rod, Macsanka is inserted.
But nebut, the shore is a liver.
Internal voice How are you talking about what you.Coroch
Sewing my accurate, news a summary,
Visitated chiffel sharpened - in the notebook.
Solid pencil, soft gash,
And where she graduated to put the bookmark.
Climbing on the 5th floor, and even slightly higher,
I see something every day,
I love this - a small but roof.
With it is not high, not far but catchy,
Seen the plots of one district of Moscow.
In the courtyard bruises in sailors with cheap vodka,
They play in a bunch of matches, or cigarettes.
Police - contraals, and keeps track of my ways,
Pink two-storey building in the meters of thirty-five.
On the clock of 7 am, Panarams should open
In orange kracisons wake up guests of the capital.
It is necessary for them to love removes, tshch, but did you hear the radio?
In the courtyard again the black Mitsubishi Lancer is parked.
In it, a pair of assholes: with the faces of beautiful, Musara Ksivami.
The criminal investigation of the city of Moscow, they have their own reasons, there are arguments.
On the first floor in the second entrance of my house,
Lives a neighbor - Roma Heroine Lyubitel.
He snotched, Toli Mutit somewhere exactly.
Karoch me all exactly. The main thing is that it is
The bump of hydrophone - which from the floor of the pipette kills in shit.
And deha delicious solid. Package parliament Lögkovo.
Yellow cricket, and in bloopers used on the subway tile.
I look at this high television tower,
At this moment, screaming, undermining, and not everything is fine.
Just guys fans someone ebashut. I am fistile
They are hand mashut. One of them hints at the parachute.
Sorry boys, but I'm long here.
Ruble (C).
