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You need to urgently decide what to spend your life on
Without documents to leave bomzhaz to Gelendzhik
Or shake at the window slobbering rubles
Exchange for anything like dirt from yourself

But if you lie in bones across your fate
You will be doubly from the major and from Moira
It was not possible to kill the protection of the prison
What to do, but now the stall is now more comfortable

This is the tread of history so hide knives
No one shone for too long.
The finger in the ass put an emigrant masseur
But neither the Shahids nor the landmine will get there

Who set sail to Vipasana and who to clean the kalashi
Wait right now let's understand this plot line
This nonflick only demons in reality were spinning
And we are all invited here on a white ticket

It's good where we are not, but now it's everywhere
Everywhere is good if you are on constant
Supplone to lure the horror show
Where instead of Howard Schora is the farewell of Slavyanka

So pull your strap she won’t turn
Around the neck will be boring as a cardiogram
We have at least another autumn in reserve
And after heaven they will cover a generous clearing

Under the spruce lobby, hide like a fox
While the wind sings his song
Refuse from your own behalf and face
Like a lost messenger messenger

And the drunk ship will not sink in the darkness
All departed will leave the forest
Then the night porter clicks his fingers
And the whole play will be repeated again

A man nicknamed the fucking order to hold on to the moment
under the outstanding summer is sticky as island
The night at the end painted the sky in pink
wake up and pour into the sink that remains beyond measure

events are not you live harmless and useless
pass the minutes of hard labor in a puddle thickening the ego
She left somewhere things were thrown in anger
capricious children's revenge heard only with walls

you are free not under a woman, but under a load of extra time
People of the blown up embankment are tired of waiting for zero
Feed forbid the costs hated their body
their heads were leveled, but even in death they did not find oblivion

Change your books for bronik and gun certainly go
where the air of the sunset from the blood blushes
To forge a hero from you any idea
defeat capital and virus under the banner of hyperborea

They will laugh at everything will not be today you will become a hero
Dream of the Great, for now, please the current warriors
Your valor was not enough for a buzz for a buzz
decomposition and decline even in Walgal itself

What field of scolding will you fall on the cabinet dreamer of dreams
time later, dinner was healed, she will return late
we’ll quarrel take a break again all the flowers in the spring
Beauty locked in itself appears from under the snow

Keep her in the heart like a figure
Holds Pierrot in his pocket
While the guillotine knife falls
Fight him with mockery

landscape just a picture on a retina
rolled with head on the flooring
Your fate is forever being late
and an empty platform in evil powerlessness