Красный угол - Матан
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Today you know the day was not the same as always
First sat on the Arbat, then at a friend on the hut
We decided to slowly solve Matan under the teas
From the roaring speakers played bloodstreams
And it was not very useful for a flying thought
When his dad was the view
Lying notebooks with formulas
Bottles lush forms
And he stands at him at us
He just know the fuck on us

A few lines were spinning in my head
A hard tie hollowed in his ears
His eyes from the night
Bloody shine from a pair of barrels

At first he said nothing
Stupidly boshka he stuck into the ceiling
Wildly on a cactus in a pot sticking
He was silent to his face, Pizdato was silent
I will never forget his inanimate eyes
The red traffic light is burning
The anxiety flashes, my friend with a pussy
I hope it doesn’t hurt and ends soon
Dad grabbed from the table with a sharp movement
Marble and silver figurine
For merits of shooting from the barrel
His dug dumb son

A few lines were spinning in my head
A hard tie hollowed in his ears
His eyes from the night
Bloody shine from a pair of barrels

I'm so fast that diarrhea
Eighty -year -old old man without hair
It will seem like a slow wheel wheel
Causing only tenderness
It was not difficult to dodge
It was even fervently dodged
But not his stupid son
For the brains have already stuck to the window
It was also possible to escape
A couple of grams of adrenaline subcutaneous
Berets are cautious crunch
And here you are on this godless street

Quietly the steps spread along the street dark
And there someone fucks in the apartment removable
But I'm in a hurry home, the regime is not detachable
Tomorrow Matan in the form of a control volumetric