Сатана Печет Блины - Ванильная песня
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She loves to sit by the window,
And drink coffee with vanilla ...
As Satan sounds in the speakers,
She loves so much ...

and about fish diploma
She likes the song so much ...
She dreams of at least a moment
To be with him together ...

"S.P.B." Writes a marker
On the cigarette ...
Gorky smoke sweetly pull
Song listening to these ...

where killings and alcohol
Where are the homeless and prostitutes ...
and where life is only pain
Where are the good duck ...

and she smokes and drinks coffee
On the windowsill dustily ...
Satan in the heart Heat Loda,
Filling with vanilla ...

it's you fucking, not Vanya Dorn,
And no coelo snotty ...
This is the Vanny Hardcore Porn ...
Promotions vanilla ...

Vanilla intravenously ...
Vanilla internal ...
Vanilla is intravenously ...

Vanilla knee ...
Vanilla ... All you need ...
Vanilla ... inside stuffy ...

and she puts the lines of his songs into status
And lying every damn message
Repress every moron song
and dreams that sometime they will be together

What can all be wonderful
Apartment in Paris overlooking happiness
she looks at the watch already morning
and coffee cooled in a white cup of cool

It was written on it "I Love New-York"
but this nonsense she crossed out recently
and instead of cheap banal lines
Wrote:
"I love Svyatoslav ..."

and again only couples from a cup with coffee
And again only the sound of its columns
he sings something about morphine
and runs pain from her refill

to the heart itself to the bake itself
in which love burns without answer
It is difficult to forget and easily lose
But not in the case of this not in the case of this

again writes his name on cigarette
bribers nervously swallows smoke
smokes hoping to forget about the poet
But again understands what breathes them

This is the most vanilla group.
Satan Pancakes and Rain
Under the window in vanillas float corpses
And you smoke and drink coffee