Ножевые незабудки - n3
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A person hates his hands
A person breaks a mirror
And does not want to have a look
There is absolutely no flash
Turn into dust

A person falls asleep and hopes
That he will die in a dream he hopes
For one beautiful second
Torn out of the calendar
Gray flock of running similar
On the horns of Satan
Hares a series of foggy days
Where the neighbor falls dry foliage
And you are going across the street everything seems
It costs unreliable glass
Just stretch your hand and things
Black cats of nights will break
Cleaning you scatter
Naked clumsy with clamped
Hold it firmly with deception in your teeth
So that the language does not bite the glass
Here's the venom of a drink with something sweet
The main thing is not to be ashamed
The main thing is not to hold
Under the autumn coat
Snake nest

A person hates himself
The man says sorry!
I don't want to leave anymore
I don't want to play anymore
Take the roots take
I am your firewood and your paper
Under the heart of General Communists
The evil morning roars orders
About the hearty food of savings and come on
We postpone serious conversations
Until the next time carefully!
Spread a shirt into the stool shoulders
You see a little man
courageous but frozen
in the basalt of smoke breaks and meaningless
conversations with wrapped people
They are constantly in a hurry but pass
their stations past
Turn pockets
Caution among us thieves
They turn away and stick their hands friend
a friend to pockets would rather get
to the house to become a caveatable pattern to me
It's like there ahead

Caution among us thieves

The neighbor is fading the frozen foliage Street
In smoke I go out on a glass morning
And I'm trying to tie the cut nodes.