Полумягкие - Я так рад, что ещё кому-то нужен
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I’m so glad that someone else needs, that the plasticine for breakfast, amphetamine for dinner, which, meanwhile, is on the bit, my plus is laid that I am at least my beloved - I still have to live. It is so sorry to remember that I created these years, that I have always spat on fashion, now we are in fashion. My family Martini, bit, pass plus pathos, and I often raised my nostrils for myself a degree. My beloved endured for a long time, forgave it, and I still stain the notebooks with ink, you are my dear, thank you for everything, and I hope that everything will be fine with us. It’s hard for me to recognize all my failures, and the fact that my mother cried at night under the blanket. And the fact that the nerves were handed over, she screamed at me, and at this time I only let me go from the hair dryer. In general, all these clubs left the stamp on the liver, and in vain you treat me that time heals. I was careless, we will be released eternal, as a result, nostalgia was almost lit on sale. At least we recall the BMW model 528, how much was eaten there with this very nose, with that snob, or in the apartment of Leha, when dialogs in the kitchen were in the morning. When the pupils are not visible for everyone who was there, when for two days it was 7 kilogram, when in his pocket a gram and in the refrigerator 10, when the sunlight infuriates you in the morning. I was wrong for each item, but still I walked along my route, it might be stupid that I was stupid, but so far these roads were muddied. In the evenings, calls - "there are 20 rounds", how many have already been and will be these takes, these muddy everyday life, well, they, damn it, are always ready to move for weight, number one. Every day is new, the routes are old, the Bomi is collected on the street of the glass, and you and I were scared of all passers -by scared all the pupils yesterday. We are scorching for us, we ourselves often shoot, we decide by force where the brains can not cope, and what you wanted, they will not cope if they melt like that on weekends every time. All this can be seen through the eyes of photographs, the geometry of the hands, you don’t even notice, then people look, see, they want to take weight, they want to take weight, a lot for everyone. We will live as always wanted when these white snowstorms pass. We will love as we have not yet known, love is not only to jump on beds. Winter will pass, warm and affection will appear, probably this fairy tale is also hidden, probably my rap is more centr than caste, in the evenings to the gum with fingers of toothpaste. You can call it that, there is no road back, there are only a couple of people whom I call "brother", a couple of ways, and hundreds where you can pick up, the main thing is to know in time, the main thing is not to be late, the main thing is not to slow down on the movement - achieve it - achieve it , the main thing is to say a few words that weigh, the main thing is to come in this business cramped over the years, I hope you understand what this song about.