High roofs remember traces of my sneakers,
And cellular silent - all erased the names of beauty,
And on a leaf, though a couple of lines, a few words,
And the wind in my head is not enough for me as for the ship sails.
Outlook the last one hundred, and the songs were truly written, everyone was on the table.
Lame syllable, but not ready i give up blindly
When the reinforce the Narik finds the needle and in the haystack.
Where my music sounds, there is no place to laugh,
And I write while I live, well, so, from doing Nehuy,
I am not looking for recognition, support, understanding,
Moym is not enough for the whole path of my thread for well-tissue.
I'm right, right? And all he hell in a moment,
Collapsed on the shoulders, the world melted mine there, like smoke,
Threats, Facts, Damned Gorky Fatum, and Heppi End
Do not see how old you are plot.
I drank ...
Yes, I'm confused, and where I loved there already do not let me, but
I really sick from your good sadness,
Someone will tell me a fool, let it, so well, dick with him.
Let's say that I once Strastil
Torary actions of vile, there behind the back, as a node,
Prisoner, I was myself and Promo, so,
That fatigue is a trifle, the rivers of your speeches lose meaning in the mouths.
In the window, falls autumn, we will break apart
The soul screams to nausea about pain at the time of her,
And the first melts snow, like the love that was invented by us in a dream.
Yes, I put everything on the places like on a chessboard,
The Glorious Party was who I would not be lying there,
And the deal with the devil will make not sit in silence without any
Life, as if a series of losses, which smolds the coal on fire, check