Розовые очки от ferre - Концентрированые слёзы
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concentrated
Tears are mounted
In my brain, items are portable
Fingers became marvelous
The loops holding lashes
I am ready to sing them a hymn of light oil
On the way to a dead rainbow
Glasses fell by hail
Not reaching
Are you glad
fitted universe
given to us as rewards
People are granules
Lightning struck with the feelings of strange
They were later called spontaneous
honest, sincerely sharp
Types turned lives into empty slices
wild blades
There were several of them
Throughout the history of the world of vile
But there is no one to take
grated fingers that have become marvelous
deplorable prayers
Are we compressed to atoms
Whether we are the previous time
like a square plane with bright frames
To play the truth from Ferre to Prado
From bureaucracy to elegant cemeteries
In nuclear concentrates
Bring the prefixes of the Sado
and black lipstick on glasses to draw dead rainbows

granules with the faces are competently laid out
on the selected outskirts
between and no
between us and secrets, long
data for us for all times
So far, dead people are unusually loved

granules with the faces are competently laid out
on the selected outskirts
between and no
between us and secrets, long
data for us for all times
So far, dead people are unusually loved

Western on rolling
Tears get off on the blouses
Dick paths among fate
Strange skates
wrapped in a cry of laryngeal
So spontaneous

My fetish is violence, worked out
Eyes are stretched
Drops of sweat are clearly
give out fear in me
be in black pits
But I am in them
I have been drunk or sick for a long time
Wrapped in thin blankets
Monkey with a castle on the jaw
Having stepped over those values
that add integrity
Tricks, intimidating you with wagons
with allocates in which the world is all -down and sweet
but we can be by cattle with bits
In the past primitive
Now we will push out, get out
We seize the threads
Curse on the skin
After all, the stone on the fabric
The patterns came to life
A person in pictures can be
And did not live in vain
But he lived
The finale is laid in a whip
Time in the Dej is not captured
in Hebrew hymns to sing
The veins will start to you
To hit his eyes
Tiny stars
So are my tears concentrated?
To hit his eyes
Tiny stars
So are my tears concentrated?

granules with the faces are competently laid out
on the selected outskirts
between and no
between us and secrets, long
data for us for all times
So far, dead people are unusually loved

granules with the faces are competently laid out
on the selected outskirts
between and no
between us and secrets, long
data for us for all times
So far, dead people are unusually loved

Western on rolling
Tears get off on the blouses
Dick paths among fate
Strange skates
wrapped in a cry of laryngeal
So spontaneous