And we read the inscriptions on the walls,
My choice is the minimum of the second and third.
And few people can really answer.
how many years to endure. Where the wind will blow like this time.
Full destinies are broken, about my ship and immediately
Let's not, I won't put my hand in the hive myself.
I began to be afraid of these gray streets.
And which of us is Durik.
Look in printed letters.
We are people who cling to every minute of freedom.
We do not let these clubs, do not let me
With empty bookshelves.
memories of a broken syllable
or broken nose, more. Poor. speed.
My every molecule has already fallen into this blade.
I have a problem, and she hid at home.
During the mountains, my sincere vacation,
In Paradise, it is unlikely to ask about my roller.
Single-legged driver, I confuse gas and brake.
Inhale, exhale, fifty slopes.
My doubt assign me to cyclones.
My livid room.
how. I have left to God
No altruistic inclinations.
under a quiet female voice
I will give up myself not completely.
False for good, sweet truth,
feeling of broken glasses
cost price. Among the easily accessible chicks
Tango in drugs.
cherished happiness.
When nothing dies, everything is fine.
When love fits firmly in the overpass.
In all senses, nothing falls.
And we continue to self-keeping.
Empty test of these unnecessary rules.
The law does not exempt from ignorance.
Stretch the cap, and tighten the sweat of the scarf.
The main thing was the desire, you can raise the cabinet.
You can understand by changing places.
You can leave memory and without cameras.
how much left until tomorrow.
how many prescriptions are destined to accept
Love and complain
endless September.
We are somewhere in three oceans,
We go straight paths.
under the phonogram.
We write letters, celebrating the holiday.
Throw smoking, netting on salary.
We demolish the statues, fill the warehouses.
Print paper. And in fact, we do everything right.
During the mountains, my sincere vacation,
In Paradise, it is unlikely to ask about my toller.
Single-legged driver, I confuse gas and brake.
Inhale, exhale, fifty slopes.
My doubt assign me to cyclones.
My livid room.
how. I have left to God
No altruistic inclinations.
And we read the inscriptions on the walls,
My choice is the minimum of the second and third.
And few people can really answer.
how many years to endure. Where the wind will blow like this time.
And we read the inscriptions on the walls,
My choice is the minimum of the second and third.
And few people can really answer.
how many years to endure. Where the wind will blow like this time.
