Текст песни Dead Poets - Игра случая

In the future there is one big advantage, it looks in reality, not as we understood Him. This happened a few years ago, when there was no one around, no one.
The hotel is on the edge of town, in the room for about a year, the windows steppe of gold, clad in a space bound in, it's cold here, although I do not care anymore, warm clothes, hot water? Yes - charming. Strange city not like honestly say without a place, it's time to go to the center to sell the goods, payment on the spot, the game sluchaya- a couple of minutes you need to deliver the latest product with no extra charge, the money is not enough, I hope not to% bottles. I went, I see their faces, rear left man latched on, slows me down, do not damsya n% zdets Rams do not want to, but have to fight the same as a broken head hurt, but odnozh beat on another package with grass on the pavement. Bases, the right lane, who knew I was coming here, a piece of blood, no money, no marijuana, running in the silence. A plane ticket, ice room, on the table through one box in a cupboard in the bathroom a couple of goals cigarettes, inhale, trembling like the strings are not obedient lips, bleeding gums, toothache, cough, probably cold. Bl% where to get the money, I hear a knock on the wall steps, familiar voices - strange in a strange city. Hiding behind the curtains just in case everything will be clarified soon, rattle, creak, jimmy climb to the castle, on the threshold of three, not breathing, restrain the groans, waiting, bam! -bam! -bam! -bam! (Where the goods may he hiding?). Neither alive not dead time has stopped, the heart does not beat, consciousness fades, darkness fills the eyes fades, the answer to the lips with a sweep kick to the groin, anxiety, sprawled body, I failed the last thing ....
(Look out curtains kalyshatsya .... where?! ... Quietly there probably hear? .... Where? ... Where the grass? ... Maybe he hid? No .. there's only bottle drives. ..ni x .. check ...., beat all in there ...)

The city as a freak and soars as drug addicts, the needle in the hotel lousy match for lousy food, what the fuck do here? what brought me here? Do some nasty or other matters. Weather summed again thunderstorm which bl% rd, sent me here where made it a rule to all pedestrians correct only mud pour over. Hunting break apart this city, flee away. Here are the steps climb input their chorus lackey false smile, kipish, the noise from all sides. Thruster room to insert the key into the lock, I open the door without a thought set foot over the threshold. Behind rustling stretch a little past three inhibit the door to a neighbor, but do not listen to the pounding, soon his eye sharp and bad habit to go into other people's affairs notice shine steel skeleton key. Quickly to the door and squeezed into the council begins Rams, drugs, pack some butyr, my mother told me with x% yney not vodis, fly to the neighbor and yelling: trunks lie !!!
Game of chance already missed opportunity ... best game of chance, game of chance, game of chance, already missed the best opportunity ... a game of chance, game of chance, game of chance,
For curtain something muffled dropped me e lo%, charge it right .. x, all of it was gone, I deposit settling followed chair lunged and trudged back to fraer shtorka- cornice - and down.

Tired of all the efforts are in vain, evening, damp, dirty, dangerous move at night, but courage is needed, contagious. The hotel comrades heard tra two thousand, what's the number? Two hundred, horseradish their syschish, looking for all the clothes are asleep, (... chshsh quieter), a beggar boy picks silently luck on the roof, this will no longer see, thoughts are circling, running through puddles, hear more good souls left something then the friendship in a small puddle, a closer look - a package with what? know yourself, God bless you. Of course raised at least not with empty hands, with long strides, already near the target, hear the crackle of window frames, BAM !!! body coming down from the room back in half, bad-bad drunk murmur, tramping up the stairs in the hallway whispers, the door is opened again roar in my ear with a hammer fist, in response to that is urine push, fell like a sack without movement in the blood a temple.
Treason has flown two bodies in the house, plus a third of the window in the trash smeared on the asphalt.
Bl% be in the course of someone alive on the floor movement, the second with a look of evil - I mixed up the room.