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Somehow they mumbled in unison
And we smoked and dreamed
get out of the horizon and nothing was silent about
There was a season of longing, angry, endless Marta, strong boredom and sadness
Wooden boats, drunken whores settled
under the waltz of Schubert, we dance on the roof of the minibus
I forgot how to die, and remember those Subots?
Eyes, words, months passed, years flew
In captivity of opaque glasses
What am I now to collect a backpack and write on birch bark?
about other worlds, about iron soles, about the forgotten past
They say the dead yesterday there was last year's snow
But we are kinder than everyone? it is so
And when the lights are burned, they will talk about my lighthouses at leisure
You will not learn ugi, circles on the water
where I was not, to meet the vanilla sky
A couple of lines delight and smell of bonfires
West, loan east
Let's fly from the windows
You will be a tit, I am a falcon
Someone’s life is a piece
And we will get wet under the crowns of Canadian maples
You are talking about your own, I'm talking about green
and so cool to realize that somewhere there are waiting for us island
we will be remembered when they will remember sitting at the computer at the monitor
Girl with the eyes of the color of Coca Kola, they have a whole world
Summer Red sang
And when you draw a world with your finger on the glass that not to glue
I will smolder, I will be nine
Do not catch me, I went to be sad and write words about love on the walls
green longing, and everything I was looking for live only in fairy tales
This world is too tight
let's dream better about different
about the seas, about what much
Have you seen once the most beautiful wind at dawn?
It's hard not to notice this
And their most beautiful children
What are the nightingales about? Where does the sun go? burned
Let's fly away with you from the Earth into space and will not return anymore
never
And let all the idiots
It is raining, no one is waiting for me