Курара - Грясь
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Whiskey with the brown taste of blood
To whom this allegory is familiar
Who knows just such a category of drink
After the whistle of the lung
And the sticky stand of the bar as in the novel by Charles Dickens
I love this condition
That would be in the mid -90s
Very stylishly sincere

I hate naked positive
Not beautiful
And besides, past the cash register
At the checkout, they did not give back the change
Speaking of the beautiful
In the know what's in the back of the head
Elekidovilka stuck to us
Subscribe thoughts
How much your soul weighs
Earthly attraction infuriates
I wish my mother would give birth to me back
In the mid -60s
Cheerfully cheerfully

Some children
On another planet
Every evening they watch a series
About each of us
Not local connection
I looked in the newspapers version
Is there life on Mars
There is no her
There is dirt in us
And the light from our tools
Dirt in us
And the light from our tools
Dirt in us
And the light from our tools