The entire allegory of the allegory written in the table
I will definitely leave it not in vain.
Your smile or grief, I'm sure of the service station -
Will ask me a new category.
Thinking the floor lamp, click -
And I, for a moment are blind;
I will touch the void, and I'm glad that
I do not see the bail of a routine srach.
In the windows of January
I am ignored by my n-th invite.
In the dirty kitchen we dance our waltz,
After, stuffy, smoked Vibe.
And after all, I am a stone again
I fly right into gray asphalt.
Again El and Stout, Assai,
And there is no one to save me here.
We are continuous with her,
Dismantled so longly -
And this is not a secret at all
But, I am not one, there is no one.
I would say everything by garlic on her,
But this silence is in order of things.
And again, I'm nobody like it.
Flies out of an open gap.
And I, yesterday I only spent it,
But apparently - there is no sense in this (no).
Again this bar counter (s*ka)
And better did not.
Banged
I was not found near, from the side.
Playful, beloved and brisk.
Well, okay (ha).
The light did not agree on it.
The moment of joy was not long.
One is hardly enough for us -
And my gaze was too inquisitive (overflowering).
And I shout to the walls: "I don't care, they say:
Do not play that we have this wedding with her. "
X2:
We are continuous with her,
Dismantled so longly -
And this is not a secret at all
But, I am not one, there is no one.
I would say everything by garlic on her,
But this silence is in order of things.
And again, I'm nobody like it.
Flies out of an open gap.
