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I can sit in front of you until the morning
Favorite actresses listing names
Ladams random invent the names
passers -by in the subway that disappear

Like the reins of tired tyrants
I don't have time to wake up suddenly
I'm sitting alone on a train on a bench
The car is full but next to the empty seats

They don't sit down with me close
They know that I am planning to swim
Cracking dreams grabbing from the fucking rash
Like Peter's pig on a lonely tractor

Who are you fucking what your name is on VKontakika
can I come to listen to your audio recordings
but instead I will accidentally close the tab
And what am I doing here in reality or in a dream

It is not for nothing that Sartre puts on
Heroes of people create themselves
And I spend all my life on an empty
a train bench of traveling along Ringe

But maybe someday I will cross
I will stand on the most dull line nearby
with a beauty what you can't imagine
I will drive a couple of stations to steam out of the corner

I will come up with her fate to cross with my
I will confuse everything as the lines of the Parisian Sabwei
Until the dreams were dispelled to go away somewhere
I will buy a layer or bun in the transition

So we try to swim with the course
rivers to which the link with boredom is careless
Not afraid to step twice decrepit limbs
We hide the hat in panties and believe again

So we swim fighting with the course
rivers to which the link with boredom is careless
We will not hit twice decrepit limbs
We hide the hat in panties and re -believe
So the day turns into evening
his face frowns his years crippled
lips are shaking in the senile weakness
dripping saliva to rain on the leaves of the liver color

Rain washes me down the street
In the evening, the city is dancing striptease
In the seat in the subway, cringed a lamb
How do you live in Putin's rashka

rummage over to you
midnight in the minibus I read Ulysses
Take a booze and get drunk police hospital
how much despair is in every friction

this does not creak the bed it groans
The motherland-mother of Smerimatozoa is dying
without finding an egg, I look at tomorrow
Or do I shove the shnyagu a rosette?

hug you fall into a dream or panic
We are an elderly couple on a sinking titanium
In the porthole, drunks beat their women
to their sounds, the quarter will fail to hell

again morning to shave the rumpled faces
In the cork stupidly leaf through the pages dozed off
And suddenly at that moment the cop was born
just dreamed of how I head the opposition

In another dream, Federal's wife was an abortion
I don't want to hold me back to work
All our lives we have been kept hostage by limited people
With unlimited fucking opportunities

Standing one foot in shit with the other foot
On the banana peel, remember about it
and then about the spring of vacation and his loneliness
At any time, life may end

This river inevitably demolitions our vessels
days spent together turning into autumn
And we are already trees with twisted limbs
But while I loved believed in humanity

day turns into evening
Change of the season poking in eternity
With all my dreams and desires
we no longer swim against the current
So the day turns into evening
Change of the season dick picking eternity
We go on wet leaves in the rain
Life is a slow descent together