Розовые очки от ferre - Собаки-Цыганки
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[Lyola]
Spitting all the nerves on one stamp
I don't give you a chance
About the deadly life of time ...
Our eyes to this darkness are elderly ...
Reliable date of snore
My little finger, in varnish ...
Poppy beds
Ink fingers for weeks ...
And impressed oily hair,
In harmony ... in the pillow ... to their liking ...
At the extinct station of the fifth page
Instead of strings, someone's eyelashes are stretched ...
The eyelashes are stretched ...
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Children's matinees are in full swing ...
Girls-snuffs, the culprits of my fire ...
There are no more strings on Gitaaar ...
Eyes-zigani shake their stomachs ...
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[Gillia]
Old corpses are decorated
Infinite toys from piles
Notes ... everything is spinning, but
I'm still not new ...
Fasten the belt
Closed side-neme and in it
I look fluffled through glass flax on many ...
Like a mill whole road ...
Hands-shines while they get wet there ...
The rim of my healing power is bent ...

I ... so
Moderate the world, and in the world zero ...
Porus of indifference
Stretched on the speakers ... still
Only the filter of my membranes is heard ...
This overkill
Incurable
And I don't share the dogs anymore
From the roadsides ...

[Autro]
So the call is velvet of their tongues,
Became the upholstery of the seats of the new
I am not so white, washing the booth of thoughts ...
The riddle of the sixth page, dyes dreams ...