Розовые очки от ferre - Пробник
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Gillia
I am a sample, try me
I am a sample, try me
I am a sample, try me
No spirits.
Perfumes are drowning in rivers from cardboard cells
The bottles endure the pool, but drown in groans
and only in rare and agile clothes
The smells of waves flow out - they won
microclimate packed in outfits from Ferre
and doom them with dots and dash
side -by -laws on the sidelines
More and more free rallies
with eyes of candles burned retina
People in silence are born without prints,
to wanders on the ground to recount babies
Not sealed yet
Enfleurage
We were looking for perfume - entered the courage
Chemists burned each other
But they found Anflerazh
You are a stapler to the lips
From Roma in the player drunk we moan
you are ignoring, I am out of order
You shoot us naked
I will rot by highlighting the air of the sandal
and you burn out with firm resins
Do not accelerate me
The sexuality of the dead
We are a kifi parf
Okamim them. Okamim them. Okamim them.
Gillia
For bent excess philosophy
We are the lower race for the lowest
or rotten food
beggarly standing at the license plate
crumpled military uniforms, outfits, rags
pocket money for purchases bright
Shadows of things third - to discard from now on
People will twist in the hinges of the doors cage of the world
The essence of God
Gift of the coffin - covering Rock cruelly
The whip humbly eats the flesh with blocks
sampled as assembled
only we can drink probes
Frequent lubricate fabrics
and those parts that are indifferently playing swastikas
Poems are from you, and we are cologne
motorcade in which power
For hundredths of buyers crown
So modest
at the time of feeding from a spoon
Like red carpets - useless soapses
The mills of mills will result in something.