It’s still, in people, that in years,
You notice envy in their sad eyes.
Well, yes, 22, everything is ahead ..
Although to myself, I already drive, as they ...
Another eight years and will be thirty,
Fuck half life, what to strive for?
Put on the feet of those who are to be born.
And calmly, each in his own tomb,
Not having time to see those who wanted to say
"Sorry, I'm tired of playing myself" ..
By these rules, in which there is no truth
In general, what the fuck * was this whole batch?
Now you can’t prove it, not to yourself, not to them,
Each in its own way is not an example ..
Fate sculpts life like plasticine
And I will smoke her alone ..
Yes .. thanks mom and smoke,
He understood that in life only they will not throw,
Whatever it is, you will be so.
It doesn’t matter if you are under the law
These round buns and powders.,
And I would just play snowballs ..
In that distant and carefree childhood,