Макулатура - смерть героя
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We are taking us further from the bright feeling of the name of the writer Saroyan
From there where we jump naked and young joyful and drunk
We jump onto the bandwagon passing by the tribute happiness
we drive round dances smiling under the sun like Asians holding hands

I wake up inside the dream and run out to the burning barn, but you can’t save it
it makes no sense to rush a spit and stop halfway
but my house is on me between two lights and it's too late to run back
finally you can sit calmly at the side of the road and cry bitterly

When entering each circle, I refuse one instinct in favor of the idea
Loners die behind the jerking out stretching out and bending with a loop on the neck
nylon pulls the skin, I dance and pull the lever faster faster
as great artist David Carradine to raise a hat for the last time I hope

Only naked walls around with shaking hands to tight -fitting darkness
the fall is the top of the denouement is nearing either an orgasm or death
My city dwellers do not work here and again I do not know how to swim
Hotel room in Bangkok Last shelter My grave is a quiet harbor

There are several seconds or years left in a terrible dream
While snow turns into a burning lava
I'm still running a marathon but already getting it in it
repeating how the mantra is just her pain
A few more seconds or years in a terrible dream
While snow turns into a burning lava
like a finger hook hooking the threshold or elbow in the wall
I repeat how the mantra is just her pain

good luck in trying to start a new life with a new person is amazing
How feelings change from love to hatred and contempt
It would be necessary to change the hairstyle of the eye color name and surname but everything is in place
It remains and you continue your simple movements along the ski

life as if everything that happens to you is devouring a fish-frame
You accumulate social experience with useful knowledge
I buy vegetables only in a store because they are deceiving in the markets
We watched some films together but they are already shy

and hide like unloved children in black vigvam memory
The chronicles of their own nightmares recorded on the recorder will not cause
Fairy -tale giants will not be coffee with cherry pie for breakfast
Of course I'm not an agent Cooper and I don't even have a dwarf in the movie I can't play

but otherwise I have everything in order, I also don't understand anything
And if any bob is instilled into me, I will not mind
I will breathe a sigh of relief and why God sent me to this land
such affectionate tender caring but defenseless with their weaknesses

A few seconds or years in a terrible dream
will not pass even if you break the mirror
There is no this place on the map and I got stuck here for a long time
The hope of salvation will drown in red laughter
There are several seconds or years left in a terrible dream
And we will see you after as if nothing was
Let's drink coffee and listen to old songs
as if we are the only ones who survived in the fire