Макулатура - чарли чаплин
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I do not like Charlie Chaplin, Charlie Chaplin
I don't want to be with her, she is not sad enough
look at the squirrel in the wheel when she is happy
look under the magnifying glass, like a random insect
TIN, Research Institute, FSB, I am no longer on the map
Spend me back, catch me "in contact"
Looking for me in a discount, rive through my pieces of paper
Complete the wallet while I am thumping in the bar "Trinker"
this little man for whom I play
Force to be happy, give money and steal
Make not to be slow, surprise him
Remove the glasses, let the fucking up a cow
Let the beautiful novel twists, jokes kindly
Put this semi -thunder candle from temperature, people
Bring him a walrus dick on a dish, save
Extend your hand, wash and get it to the restaurant
admire his talent, put his trousers
Listen to all this fucking nudyatin, absorb its glitches
And if he does not want love and friendship, then roll up
roll up this asshole in the asphalt

I do not like Charlie Chaplin, Charlie Chaplin
NEP sailed his charms, I expose - laughing sadly
I'm afraid of beauty and I'm afraid to become happy by chance
I didn't go to the match, I closed alone and set sail
I am a sad hero of the story retold in the train
character from the uninhabited film by Gaia Gass
Van Saint, a line of the saddest song Fifty Sant
I am a concentrate of sadness, I'm at a crossroads, I just don’t have it.

nothing exists except that causes pain
Relf in the stomach is worse than horror to lose love
one rotten tooth, bald head or runny nose and you are an outsider
You are an answering machine for pain, thick medical record
at your leisure you can always find time for yourself
Buy her marmalade and drive in a coffee shop
It is accidental to talk about my personal state of Aidaho
as if everything that remains for you is, it is echoing
tired of everything, from cottage cheese in the morning and fruits
Fresh oranges are similar to a broken belly
horses that the dog eats up and a cunning doctor
looks coldly and watch all this carrion
Pour antidepressants into an ebonite bowl
so that I have to dress and shave for
Show me the sun in torn panties,
so that in a minute I die of madness and happiness
Among other things, I have two cheeks on my face
you can trample them with your cheap shoes
For every courtesy that I will forget or remember
Nap this ragless bewildered man

I do not like Charlie Chaplin, Charlie Chaplin NEP sailed
In captivity of his spell, I denounce it - laughing sadly
I'm afraid of beauty and I'm afraid to become happy by chance
I didn't go to the match, I closed alone and set sail
I am a sad hero of the story retold in the train
character from the uninhabited film by Gaia Gass
Van Saint, a line of the saddest song Fifty Sant
I am a concentrate of sadness, I'm at a crossroads, I just don’t have it.

I do not like Charlie Chaplin, Charlie Chaplin -
He was caught in a cabaret with the Ochakovo cylinder.
And I found myself in Autovo for a hangover chalom.
Am I alive? Or did someone be sealed upstairs?
grenade orbits, cranberry fruit drinks, how much sorrow
In the gaze of half -naked Kate Moss from the poster.
How many longing in her jeans of covered ass!
I'm sorry, but I'm Jisus toilet, I have to get rid of
from small children, to wash them off in the toilet,
A ferret with one eye is torn from me, howls
The voice of Tom Yorka, recalling that I am just
His masquerade suit, only packaging ...
Where is that girl that I dreamed about last night?
She had a snail -shaped brooch, loneliness.
I will not endure anymore. Chinese bistro: on the sign
Panda cries. A monstrous logo. The appetite is lost.
And the director of the Ribbish store eats his fish with rice,
On the poster of the film of moronic Anfisa Chekhova smile.
For whom are all these cops, slot machines? Bomi,
Tell us how to live, I have no money for Kurpatov’s book.