Koneshno nonsense , do not listen , just do not need it , and
Me here forever stuffy , even though it heartless world .
Silent, close to all , goes the roof , hooked
Sadly extra screenings , all those who did not want to live .
Lost the dream , everything was clearly not for long,
For you , I like juice - a favorite and kind.
Break even utensils scrap , a drop in the junk ,
Do not go everywhere , holding globe, as nikruti
In different orbits , but only puzzles granite
Our house is insanity , not hurt that much more insulting .
Under the feet of the world in a drop of eyelids ,
But my stone - flattery persons helped flattery down .
One in the world of dreams, bitterly angry without words,
And I basically could only merged into the sand.
And if the mediator between us , no prisoners returned I
Hope dies last , Lenin and Krupskaya .
Well, yes , my dear, hello, someone equally necessary.
We have a sick passion , so I'll be the donor of the truth.
Just do not hide , do not hide pechalka in the eyes ,
So much happiness in unhappiness. Hey ! I said to keep quiet .
Porshivo it , I see the pain and see the darkness of the wine .
Fuck you . I would survive, but I squeezed like a lemon .
Vpadlu come again you ladies for the evening,
We were not on the road , as if you're going on an opposite .
Drunk on the pulse of the veins , I'll go with the speed of the advance ,
Am not torn upward, not pluck voice and a standing ovation .
To hell with heaven , the answers to the tiles .
In the life of a black band on my pictures.
