And the fuck was all begin?
Mom you sleep , I'm so into the yard for long.
I would find a cold bed .
Everything else procure vodka .
Sheltered under the eyes blue spots .
I'd call you , but for the tenth time the heel.
Again someone - then taken away in an ambulance .
Again, the three of us in the yard , and the blood in the bathroom.
And we all believe in friendship , believe in the holy of holies .
And we - that weeds , fucking , well, who's flowers ?
Knocks down a ton of dirt and depression.
All fall asleep with the idea to make yourself more kindly .
To shine , if a diaper , wildebeest as a shoemaker .
It is not ten years old, I grew up , everything is possible .
Evening sail , turning the boat into the ship .
But no longer eighteen and it's time to think .
It's so cold , I draw from dreams Magadan.
Blood on the vials - precocious .
Who - is silent , withdrawn into himself , and all hid .
And I'm still with you , then realized , if not you, then vryatli .
Closed home, frightened neighbors.
Pouring , and rapping plants.
Ran to the hospital , the surgeon preparing scalpel
And I lay bandages and cotton, with the fear on the tablecloth .
All thought that no grief , will not touch the mind.
Now so cried when his brother killed his mother .
Believed - all a dream , no, not reality.
Overtake us , now plagued by doubts .
Teachers are all asleep , forgot his class .
Fly, said the father , that's what I like - it blinded .
Spell , most garlic than fruit.
You're looking for peace of mind , I was metered out feet .
Wife thanks, I like sand through a sieve.
And I'm still trying to understand how the forces here?
I am for you all this from my childhood beach .
Drink, grumbling and rude - my specialty .
So - a couple of stories from my childhood.
From someone who lives with you - next door.
So - the history of childhood .
From someone who lives with you - next door. (x2)
