Yes, I started again, but I would also start with a clean one.
When death is for surrender, when love is in the bargain
When someone writes down your mistakes from above.
When our smiles, we will all be riveted at the stake.
We will cry wildly and smile at the screams
There is no peak for tantrums, Internet clicks, your intrigues, the rains were not going to dry.
How long have lived, and there you can die,
The happy ending did not promise to visit us,
I asked to forgive, to shout and I asked to be silent.
I asked for a seal for sorrow, and a brand here in keikshee,
To be bored is not to be bored, and who loved to sing,
Your drops in the spring, we live in April,
There are many different ones, some smoke, some dumbbells, there are many different opinions, yours are somehow proud, My days of freedom and 23 years after all.
chorus:
When you realize that your soul is already somewhere overboard,
When it rains my poetry will become my umbrella
When you realize that it doesn't smell like money here and then,
Then it will rain my poems will become my umbrella.
(2 times)
They drown in the swamps, your dreams are already in worries
When forecasts are in thunderstorms, then prose save
Your notes are the muse, the glare of the tenderness of the pose,
Love the swamp, we drown, give life a dose,
Splash, sparkle of illusions, your pseudo-happiness,
You promised to be silent without wearing a dress.
Become a match for me W.K.R.F. your arms
You don't have to live, you dream, you damn it!
You are simple, your featurelessness,
All that is in silence, shut up and show it in your eyes
We need a pause, we need a stop button
Here the storm is 9 points and below us is the fruit,
Hundreds of woven words, hundreds of woven destinies
Let's start swearing, broken dishes,
Forget not be judged, forget not be full
The worries of people, and the dream is beaten by the dream!
chorus (2x)
Tedious
Someone has a place in the morgue, someone has a muzzle on the floor,
Everyone is out of line, often from the weather feet ache
Someone tramples at the root, for the fact that he often
Someone fucked such a life and quietly muddies the waters,
A kiss on the forehead, who is dressed in fashion,
But be careful and we drown people like you here.
Havka in the firebox. its respectosik is tight.
Theirs here are theirs, they can just return here up the hill,
And we still share things together,
Plastit smokes in the pad, but be careful.
Gentlemen and ladies. Sisters and brothers, even garbage in a dress can sing for a couple of years,
Ay, dove girl, how much she stirs up a kiss on the lips of Dima Nudnoga,
And I do not need the same weather in the house that Larisa Dolina sang in her song.
