I'm the only one who disdained God, one hundred percent - no.
It's fashionable now to make up snot, forget about the head, like you,
Although the world would not approve of these songs, but I
Just to get to the bottom of who this phenomenon was before you,
And where to find you. Simply, darling, as a hint of status,
I came out, over the years did not become and I will not become correct either.
Stop, I would correct it - there was no drama, she did not spit
On what the jerk wrote and should have been erased long ago.
There is no plot without the burden,
I waited for a miracle like a goof,
And for a long time only the flies die. Children kept writing lyrics
As everyone wanted you, only fingers crunched in anger - pathos and lust.
Such greetings to parents
The jaws would hang down to the sneakers, you hardly want,
There in the doorways of the monastery, where by fifteen they stopped drinking,
We burn our beloved daughter's body as spectators.
I dialed names and voices opposite.
I was told as one that "We do not know who you are, no"
We don't know who you are, no, we don't know who you are.
We would like to hear, really, but we do not know who you are.
We don't know who you are, no, we don't know who you are.
Mistake - got to the wrong place, no, we don't know - who.
After all, sometimes it changed a little in half - I'm a drama addict.
They were not attracted by my talent - in the spots of the freak karma.
I am like that, no one is to blame, this is sadness, well, really.
It is a stupid gift to beguile the shores, but not want to go back.
I said hello. No, I didn't want to give you problems
No more than a couple of attempts - ignore you, writer,
Yes, I predicted it - leave me no one
After all, my name is like snow in April - it was hardly helpful to anyone.
God, a bad interlocutor, all those questions were hanging.
Snow or the last feathers fell merrily from the sky
Angels, bitch, I'm sick
people have forgotten about feelings.
How not to think about what is empty.
The third year has passed.
