Миша Куприн - Яна
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All at once in the focus, everything except the reflection
I am a target without the right to wear
As on a knife, but on the knife I already
On the knife ranks and positions
Yana, I'm on relaxed tires
I'm on chic cars
Yana, I will answer the question of who I am
I am anesthesia from your tears
Somewhere a mother is lonely growing a child
Somewhere to know it drinks rum
And, you know, Bro, this is such nonsense, although I will say
This is impregnated with a gut
I touch the female breasts and somehow easier
I touch the female breasts - she heals, brothers
The wounds of the lonely man in the style
In the style of "crucified" or "nailed"
Great martyr on a relaxation
Teaches something, but what - did not understand
In this law, everything is in the palm of your hand
Black, white in one bottle

I let it all out by gravity, and
Maybe for a day, maybe constantly
I let it all out by gravity, and
Maybe for a day, maybe constantly

And I constantly hang on something
I can't take smoke from the hookah to the spirit
I wear Tony Montana on the right shoulder
I am now in Golyanovo
I don't wander drunk at night in the area
I will slow down on a modest, I will look
I will dial to the same red pane
I am impudent, I will blow up Joeynt right in his tiana
I'm not really upset for Kolyana
I am on the contrary calm, he is alive - this is the main thing
I hope that it will cover it there correctly
I will finally see the one I put on
I walked so much that my wife disappeared
I checked on the bridge - I didn't wait, I left
I naively decided that everything should forgive everything
I drew a nightmare in her life
I hinted that I still need to think
What for me does she need as a husband?
I will break firewood, I will destroy us everything
She did not listen, now silently wipes mascara
I'll climb into the attic, I will immerse
I'm sober, joking, letting good smoke
It is not known how much this planet is opening
I enjoy the moment, I trudge from the little things

I let it all out by gravity, and
Maybe for a day, maybe constantly
I let it all out by gravity, and
Maybe for a day, maybe constantly

All at once in the focus, everything except the reflection
My dump is not waiting for self -immolation
There is no way back, the universe tells me
While the bird is smoking, not perishable
Yana, I am an openness with the soul of a patriot
With a currency cutlet
Yana, I put so much on worries
On dates, parades, fireworks
No need to fiddle my fragile feelings
Wires
I can speak orally
I will not bend, friends, and let it be like that
Great martyr in a brothel
He is crazy for himself barely
This is not what you wanted so
Black - white actually