The last two years
I always killed in the wood
Not fame did it with me
Rather its absence .
And when I'm sad
I 'm coming to you , as always,
In the bag dried ,
And crushed bush .
TV after the parachute
The sofa - You, Me , pizza and marijuana .
South Park in a box
By nakurke most it.
This summer you are angry ,
When I switched to football.
I do not know
Do the other pair
Time as well - I know ,
When we swear that
Such trifles exactly
There each .
I turn a deaf ear
Many of your speeches,
But each in his own
Protects the nerves,
And this means that the relationship
Two intelligent people .
I'm sorry.
Sometimes I am very difficult to understand ,
But I was, what is,
And one can hardly something
Correct or change it.
I have only you, me and Marijuana
No health , no brains ,
I fucking weirdo ,
Crazy part,
I have no money and work
But still, I'm happy ...
With time everything changes
The computer has replaced the TV ,
Life is hard for me people.
Now we dream
Not on the return time
And of your own home
With a swimming pool and studio.
Now I know exactly
Other couples even close
Do not think about
To spend time as well .
Yes, and who need
Go in the morning in the forest, for hemp ,
To cook managu or porridge.
I have only you, me and Marijuana
No health , no brains ,
I fucking weirdo ,
Crazy part,
I have no money and work
But still, I'm happy ...
Suppose I do not remember
The number and the day of our meeting ,
I do not remember exactly
How many years we are together,
But always uniquely able to answer
Who do I want to live my life .
Smoky, but fun.
And you prove my dick Th .
Money is not happiness ! Hear ?!
Hey ! You prove my dick Th !
This vsёgo only fucking paper.
