МетиС МС - Осень
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Burns nokia and on the repeat Olga
from Craig and Smokey
And somehow it is cold in the morning
legs don't feel the floor
I go to the bathroom later to the kitchen
Further - New Road
My anxiety is inexplicable
The wind grabs foliage
then throws it on the ground without makeup
Red-yellow tones will soon change white
In my soul, the same good old faithful
on asphalt gray before university
on business
Caught for the bus last
then on Lenin to fly over the time
In an empty minibus in the last seat

This is an autumn brother with her rains with her thunderstorms at night
and fresh smell of pines

What is more expensive for me
Democents are false
or scabbard swords
Somehow anxious
The further the harder it becomes
It is difficult to keep it
And the horse breaks out
In contact, there are many friends mostly just acquaintances
And somehow Bezonnovo at night at the monitor
Eyes stick together fingers hurt from a set of topics
Who I do not need a family
goosebumps on the skin without feeling speed
Fearing to break the last blades
Reading the latest news
forgetting about conscience, I start again

Autumn ends. Winter is already soon on the threshold stigmatizes the window patterns

This is not the end of the story of the wind broke the leaves without regret
burning old letters in the fireplace burn the past, thoughts burn
What I want to forget what to achieve in life
The fact that we were one less
What the rain whispers warm on the night with an oily
that grinning from above plays the sabers of the Almighty
each of us is no more expensive than a pawn
and slightly hesitating, although it is not visible outwardly
I wake up then run away in a hurry
I want summer as before
Warm the earth with rays
And he inspired hope

This autumn brother is already snowdrifts in the calendar October and outside the window Siberian tenderness

I turn off the news when weather forecasters are pierced with forecasts
Tomorrow rain in places with thunderstorms
The damned runny nose no longer surprises the nostrils
We walk along the streets with a sniff
beaches Sand Sun now in the past
Southern air as a fragrance of Kenzo
And outside the window I came too soon
Autumn is outside the window - so on time

This is not the end of the story of the wind broke the leaves without regret
burning old letters in the fireplace burn the past, thoughts burn
What I want to forget what to achieve in life
The fact that we were one less
What the rain whispers warm on the night with an oily
that grinning from above plays the sabers of the Almighty
each of us is no more expensive than a pawn
and slightly hesitating, although it is not visible outwardly
I wake up then run away in a hurry
I want summer as before
Warm the earth with rays
And he inspired hope