Sklit wind in your dance, fingers freeze,
I'm not fifteen, but the head is Shalit again.
These areas are spinning, alas, not at the tempo of the Waltz,
So simply between the height and the abyss.
As youth in many on pages in networks,
And the children of the new one are growing online.
Vaengu swing crowds - I fuck me,
Eyes on the breath closing and looking for you.
Sapsans fly slowly than my thoughts,
So much I want to say, to understand only to whom.
Forever somewhere climbing, like Bear Grizzly,
Hoping that coming to the top after all I will understand.
I exceed at night on the Enthusiast Highway,
Stories in the head are argued by the route,
As a schoolboy after a line of ecclesiast
I do not believe in the goal associated with the accumulation of currencies.
Yes, and in much I do not believe what I believed before,
Beautiful words forgot or dug foal ..
Thank you for in your eyes I did not see false
In my, you will also not find - because I did not betray.
I changed myself a hundred thousand times, but I tried in vain
Change and the ocean around - he just seemed like quiet.
Now, before your marina we go on different galks,
And I write poems, playing in them under the sail.
It became no difference to stupid words from the TV,
Hysterias on different wires do not touch already.
I am looking for yourself, waking up in someone else's bed,
Go b to a deal with conscience or give bribes to the soul.
Here it became somehow too stuffy, believe?
And I want to breathe peace with full breasts before.
Tired of wander among the built barriers
And he became moreantly to endure all this nonsense on the air.
Idiot did not create himself, remaining strange many,
I was looking for roads new behind the windshield,
All also do not want to change this country in the end,
Although she is like my tablecloth, shook wine.
Tarot cards do not solve that hides the time
All windows in the house are dormant - they are important to them.
I as in the 2008 rhyme with Nick Gremull,
And then the world without a difference, who I am.
Half a year without a string stayed - Muza left,
Fate Caliguly Nutra, remember her eyes.
The alarm clock ticked in the morning - the luxurious holidays,
I would come back, but not finding the way back.
There will be a thunderstorm or a cloudless sky from above,
The sterrels fly to the south, they gave the feeding vector.
Who Highweiu TU HELL, who is a traque to success,
And instead of blinking stupid on the neck of Pectoral.