It blooms on the desktop
White Sakura, White Sakura, White Sakura,
And I dive into black without sugar,
Black without sugar, black without sugar.
With the eyes of the red week online, like a dream;
My morning Deadline is closer than my horizon.
Anxiety or an alarm - a distant zummer;
Who will explain to me - I fell asleep or died?
We got into these schedules.
We see life from the windows of the halls of expectations!
How trains go to 3-4;
Something has changed in the world, but without us.
A field with tulips blooms on the desktop,
A field with tulips, a field with tulips.
And I continue to laugh at God with plans,
New plans, new plans.
Work to live; I in this all around -
You have to cancel or postpone the date of death.
Street, goals, howls, how everything got.
But to survive - and this is not enough ...
We got into these schedules.
We see life from the windows of the halls of expectations!
How trains go to 3-4;
Something has changed in the world, but without us.
We were married and gave the children names,
Taking everyone back.
Without us began and lost
The third war is billions of soldiers!
Without us years, a pool somewhere past
They whistled, and almost cut off the thread!
We are champions, we have reached the goal!
Alas, we had no time to live ...
Coffee is cold, the newspapers were wound.
Breakfast at the God of the Forgotten Station.
And in a loud voice they lied in a gray voice,
That the train will come. Voices - there is no faith in them.
CHIMERS-HIMERS, DOODS-LOCMOTIVES
These motifs are
From the God of the remembered 80s,
As if all the muses had once died ...
We got into these schedules.
We see life from the windows of the halls of expectations!
How trains go to 3-4;
Something has changed in the world ...
We got into these schedules.
We see life from the windows of the halls of expectations!
How trains go to 3-4;
Something has changed in the world, but without us.