Fighting quartet , before reaching Paradise
Devchonkiny tears pouring from his throat to the throat ,
The day was odd , behind the clock
And cut off the flow of hot 8 seknund to bliss
Like all the little things , and you do not anxious,
Only sorrow lies a layer of subcutaneous ,
Quick to forgive , 8 am,
Write as you come , please , at once,
And be careful.
Do not like the show ,
And remember her birthmark ...
months pass
And held her mother calls.
Bare knees ,
Old sofas,
New novels - all the same , still , still not close .
Fighting quartet , before reaching Paradise
Paradise , where the coffee tastes better and higher wages - Moscow,
& quot; Let me get three months & quot; - And since then, waiting for intercity
Will your tempers .
Fighting quartet , before you reach hell
All I'm good at , why do not you glad
Beating heart, but laughing eyes ,
After all, no one here will never return back .
Do not like the show
And remember her birthmark ...
months pass
And held her mother calls.
Bare knees ,
Old sofas,
New novels - all the same , still , still not close .
How many names, how many different cigarettes
How smells mixed ,
How stunned evenings
Nights entrances - and dark fairy tale .
How tart lip touches you ,
How tenacious views?
Yes, everything will miraculously , everything will be wondrously ,
Everything will be miraculously , all ...
Everything is wonderfully - ahhh
Ahh , do you remember her birthmark ? ..
months pass
And held her mother calls.
Bare knees ,
Old sofas,
New novels ....
And all the same , just the same ........
Knees in half,
Sofas in half,
novels ...
And all the same , all the same ...............
