Миша Без Ника - Жаль
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She is on her own, such a wild, passionate bitch,
Simply put, so easy to fall under her heel,
It seemed to be a devil that there were no other passions in the world,
From now on, the wild skirmishes are either happy or in despondency
Told the crowd with vying, you are with eggs, it means right,
Told in the crowd, in the ears rattles, you went to hell with the whole van lave
All these feelings, sentiment, in meetings with her, like an idiot
Think about good only, in the soul of symphony seven notes
eyes burn, the motor knocks, the smile does not slide from the mouth
You don't know what you go through in Institute, but you are by heart
All your correspondence, calls, attendance even
Remember how the laws of OMA, why, I don't even know
You can quote any moment at any meeting
You can call and blame it all evening
can? can! Want? Want! so let's dare not sorry
if anything, then there will be help, three comrades of Remarus
But somehow everything is strange and somehow everything goes wrong
How you thought up for yourself, how you painted in your dreams
It seems to be near, but not together, like pain, but like a song,
It seems you have almost achieved, these misunderstandings are enraged
And the same great philosopher said correctly once,
She plays well, and the whole world theater,
But you are not a spectator, you are an actor, and you are in the title role
as if I did not want to change, but then you are not free

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And it is clear to us to be not fate together
She is beautiful, bitch, but not mine.
as in the best film about love, but only the beginning
She plays well, but it's a pity not on the screen

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all is well that ends well
And they tried to leave the trail with which, also curls further into the forest,
but whether we are not, or what, or we don't like it
And we are lost here, as if in the world of miracles
There are so many extra words, but there is so little bitch
I am attracting to you, like an iceberg titanium,
as to the burger of Zhirtrest, as if to the altar of the bride,
Like birds south to the winter, like an Italian to revenge,
Here is a matter of honor, I have no right to recede,
you ate my brain, leaving so much to grab
Thinking about you, on these lines, it is bankrupt,
Guess who dreams to me in a row any night
And in principle, the whole thing, in principle, wanted the prince,
but I'm sorry, their units, and here I am like that, a hop and jumped out
Like a clown out of a box, not in ghuchi, not from a needle,
so won and decided to lay everything out on the shelves
And one more, it may be right, or maybe not
I often tell myself it would be time to quit this nonsense,
But something deep inside says to me the word "stop"
go forward with boiling blood on knuckles, or love il sport