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углы верхушек зданий прогнуться под декабрьским солнцем .
снежинки похожи на блестки , что бляди сыпят на свой манекюр
терпят незнакомцев и спят с ними .
петля от тоски и социума
от трещин улиц
я из тех предурковатых цинникок, что в 17 рассуждают о обертке и о ценниках
о том, что манекены не носят трусов , ведь я так хотел , чтобы люди видели во мне что-то другое
они форсят юнцов
ну что? накиним вэнсы и футболку трэшер? какие вы блядь выжные и глубокие.
а я точно знаю на каком мусорном баке моя сгниет сигарета
с тряпьем на ключицах включиться в стилье
но остаться дерьмо-человеком
в наших окнах не видно запада
она терпела сглатывая
любила сладкое и трахаться
любила заново под другим ракурсом
ей завтра рано вставать
и на втором уроке отвечать про карла маркса
кто решил, что люди на блюде?
нет- люди бляди - вид блюда
так было и будет
я на них плюнул давно, а потом и того блеванул
тонул в одном .
там на дне мох.
глотал h2o .
я хотел выбраться обратно, но на поверхности подавно лед
В этой стране чудес ты повесишься на красной ветке метрополитена
Никто не заметит , ведь не умеют видеть тени отпечатками на стенаx
Но Они не виновны, ведь важно только то ,что светит
Именно этот свет сделал нас такими, и отвечать за это следует , но некому
Мычим в постеляx, а говорит нас не учили , да и некому
Мне бы весну поменьше снега и остаться человеком быть
Мы мечтали о другом взрослении
Мы мечтали не пооебать многновения
Слится с ветром но плыть проттв течения
Но стали серыми мы стаи с севера
Пытались найти юг , но так и будем зимовать старея мы
the corners of the building tops sag under the December sun.
snowflakes look like sparkles that whores sprinkle on their manicure
tolerate strangers and sleep with them.
noose from melancholy and society
from the cracks of the streets
I'm one of those stupid cynics who, at 17, talk about wrappers and price tags
about how mannequins don't wear panties because I really wanted people to see me as something different
they force youngsters
Well? Throw on some vances and a thrasher T-shirt? what the fuck you are vyzhnye and deep.
and I know for sure on which trash can my cigarette will rot
with rags on the collarbones turn on in style
but stay a shit-man
in our windows you can't see the west
she endured swallowing
loved sweets and fuck
loved again from a different angle
she has to get up early tomorrow
and in the second lesson answer about Karl Marx
who decided that people are on a platter?
no- people whores - kind of dish
so it was and will be
I spat on them for a long time, and then I vomited that too
drowned in one.
there is moss at the bottom.
swallowed h2o.
I wanted to get back, but there is even more ice on the surface
In this wonderland, you hang yourself on the red subway line
No one will notice, because they do not know how to see the shadows with prints on the walls
But They are not guilty, because only what shines is important
It is this light that made us such, and it should be responsible for this, but there is no one
We moo in bed, but he says they didn’t teach us, and there’s no one
I would have less snow in the spring and remain a man
We dreamed of another growing up
We dreamed not to fuck for a moment
Merge with the wind but swim against the current
But we became gray flocks from the north
We tried to find the south, but we will winter as we grow older
snowflakes look like sparkles that whores sprinkle on their manicure
tolerate strangers and sleep with them.
noose from melancholy and society
from the cracks of the streets
I'm one of those stupid cynics who, at 17, talk about wrappers and price tags
about how mannequins don't wear panties because I really wanted people to see me as something different
they force youngsters
Well? Throw on some vances and a thrasher T-shirt? what the fuck you are vyzhnye and deep.
and I know for sure on which trash can my cigarette will rot
with rags on the collarbones turn on in style
but stay a shit-man
in our windows you can't see the west
she endured swallowing
loved sweets and fuck
loved again from a different angle
she has to get up early tomorrow
and in the second lesson answer about Karl Marx
who decided that people are on a platter?
no- people whores - kind of dish
so it was and will be
I spat on them for a long time, and then I vomited that too
drowned in one.
there is moss at the bottom.
swallowed h2o.
I wanted to get back, but there is even more ice on the surface
In this wonderland, you hang yourself on the red subway line
No one will notice, because they do not know how to see the shadows with prints on the walls
But They are not guilty, because only what shines is important
It is this light that made us such, and it should be responsible for this, but there is no one
We moo in bed, but he says they didn’t teach us, and there’s no one
I would have less snow in the spring and remain a man
We dreamed of another growing up
We dreamed not to fuck for a moment
Merge with the wind but swim against the current
But we became gray flocks from the north
We tried to find the south, but we will winter as we grow older