Макулатура - 45 минут
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Oh this knock, the knock of a spoon on an empty bottom
Not even a knock, but rattles on the bottom
Jogurt glasses, sour cream jars
Castacles of honey or cups of tea with jam
Catch all the rags of berries, all the grains
Even seagots, because when they end
It will be necessary to cross the line
Get up and go somewhere
And so late for 45 minutes
It happens that there is nowhere to go
Another cup of tea with jam
Yogurt, sour cream - it will be no longer good
Life is hard to furnish
In such a simple game
There are options to go somewhere, go
Jerk
Dissecting the waves, waving the oar
The ocean is so big that in it
The plane will be lost without residues
And no one will raise these people from the bottom
There will be no one to track the last minutes of their life
Now, he was a point on the radar, and then disappeared
There is still an ocean, its foam is scalding ships
And in the cabins, fingers tremble, dry throats
Salts waiting
A hangover can only be satisfied with sea water
The abrasion will pass if the sole step on it
And if neat, on a teaspoon
Collect from walls this jam
And then lick the bottom without looking out the window
Everything is under control, everything is under control
Accounting devices work
I pressed a round button a thousand times
In the application "Camera"
It is best to die when you
You go, jerk off or stand in line
This means to die with weapons in your hands