And you sniffing vodka by my shirt,
In which you fell asleep at that insane evening.
In a white coat, next to the white careless
You will be the most beautiful of the drinkers.
And I, as your actor, I will start with you in a silence unlikely
It is a pity to imitate himself.
In a silent room, we are not. We are not already alive at all
And everyone does not care about us.
Question: Where am I a poet? What I eat,
To fold in puzzle milk and blood?
This essence is not the truth. Rhyme as a whore-her touch it all, but she doesn't care.
And I'm insanely alone. Madly faithfully faithful to His Blady soul to everyone who I cheap.
And if there were people - seams,
I would never meet my first seam at will.
I am dangerous and do not forgive those who older.
I do not think about what they will say, for these thefts.
Once I rush my fingers in the paint, I will forget you all and put on the red one.
Your symphony from a number of expensive hysteries, jealous thoughts and the main role in my bed - all this is my personal personal blues orchestra for too personal meet me in my muse.
What will happen if I leave? If I am snewed from the bullet? Or my virus will get closer to the sun, albeit. Let the reason are not important, loved on the ground where two cars suck in shock, yes.
I have no one against. I have no one against.
And you sniffing vodka by my shirt,
In which you fell asleep at that insane evening.
In a white coat, next to the white careless
You will be the most beautiful of the drinkers.
And I, as your actor, I will start with you in a silence unlikely
It is a pity to imitate himself.
In a silent room, we are not. We are not already alive at all
And everyone does not care about us.
I somehow have nothing to say to your order. I do not keep quiet
I just can also get tired like everything.
And the sound as a clumsy elephant in front of the vase showcase.
And I as a clumsy I am not in myself.
For a hundred questions, I did not answer in Blitz.
Little litter too personal letters.
My corridor is a pier for everyone.
You expressed. You just expressed.
And you sniffing vodka by my shirt,
In which you fell asleep at that insane evening.
In a white coat, next to the white careless
You will be the most beautiful of the drinkers.
And I, as your actor, I will start with you in a silence unlikely
It is a pity to imitate himself.
In a silent room, we are not. We are not already alive at all
And everyone does not care about us.
