ЙЯХХХА - Про бошку, кошку и отстой
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Some of us breaks into the gut.
Leaving the fire after itself,
I am imaginary now almost every morning
That my head is the globe.

I wear this ridiculous boshka like a core,
Not wanting to try to accept;
The weather looks like a cat
Which loves to melt.

Palms are warmer in pockets,
The head is heavier than empty;
She is full of pipe plans,
And you know that this is suck.

Draw on dark boulevards
Lamberry linen road,
And you, broken by a certain blow,
You go to winter dirt.

You hear your own voice
And twist - slightly down,
And your phobos is coming with you,
He became true over the years than a hand.

From the habit of anesthetize the evening
Refuse more difficult and difficult;
And you burn fragrant candles,
Contemplating the flow of days.

You are pale, like a panel of the moon
In your head - an excellent mess,
You see the side to which we are moving,
But, having left the basement, you are going to the attic.

Hear me, my brothers ...

My stronger my wilderness,
I hear your silence!
I hear your silence!
I hear your silence!
I hear!..

In your fingers there is no more place sand;
From now on, a dope walks there.
You take your evil, curved longing
And you throw it into a leaky pocket.

The walls are sprayed with dead light
In the silence of the drunken moon
Systems are blazing in your head,
But you see the side to which we are moving ...

Hear me, my brothers ...

My stronger my wilderness,
I hear your silence!
I hear your silence!
I hear your silence!
I hear!..

All my darker is my despair
I hear my silence!
I hear my silence!
I hear my silence!
I hear!..