Short days are long nighttime,
Life Line becomes a point.
Without commas and without moorings,
I begin it all over again.
Strange themes, new laws
Who replied that "suck" the champions?
Hungry children, with breakfast in bed,
Champions suck, "green" fir ...
My favorite T-shirt has long been a rag,
Little kitten pissed my sneaker.
Swim against the tide and stay pervym-
Not everyone becomes a sperm donor.
With some difficulty understanding how to hide the loneliness
On the walls with paint eggs prophecy.
Chips with ikroy- last pack,
Shut your rot- chew mint gum.
In the evening, the TV screen
Waiting for us with you. on interruption
All lies and screaming, and lie again,
So good, stay live tut-
It is a fire, it's your house.
Summer days are flying outside the window,
Summer days timidly knocking on the window,
Stay in it, in a black box!
Black days, white nighttime,
Peter, the lights and I know for sure:
Life is not the flowers, under pres riot
Not so easy to Stavan champion.
Downhill rolling down my bus,
With the dust roads soon all naladitsya-
Stay forever live in abundance,
Life has become a point of re-line.
