Скин, Mesr - Имени Ленина
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Slim.

2010.

Metro near the house, quite convenient,
In the summer, it is not cold, but not cold in winter.
The stations are overflowed, but quickly and not expensive,
I am transferred to the other end of the city.

With an indifferent face, I contemplate the cops,
I punched under the base of concrete blocks.
I look through dirty windows of carriage windows,
The wheels are clamped by brakes under the current.

Down the escalator who comes from where
Who on Escalite, who on the subway with the guys.
And the girls are elegant, and I have been remembered with fucking,
Locked nearby, she hides her eyes.

Probably waiting for the prince and the principles prevent her
And the train carries me to his position.
Before my station, the time left remains,
I will stay in the area, take fatigue again.

Garbage with ruffled, whores without registration,
The letters of the law pull your sticky fingers to you.
But you do not worry, they will not reach
When the door closes with the inscription "not lean".

Report for forgotten things on platforms,
Do not come to the edge of Perron.
And last, be careful when leaving,
From the last door of the last car.

Slim & Skin

Infinite ring, color radial,
The wheels of the wagons are knocking on the rails of steel.
This web stores its secrets,
While there is food - the metro does not get tired.

Infinite ring, color radial,
The wheels of the wagons are knocking on the rails of steel.
This web stores its secrets,
While there is food - the metro does not get tired.

Skin

Succeed to the subway due to overloaded traffic,
I am met by an ATC officer in transport.
It is in sulfur, armed with a metal detector,
It looks carefully and wants to crawl me.

Zero nikes, trumps under 45 degrees,
By default, I suspected.
Unleashed by gait, smiling brazenly,
I go for inspection in a pecker with a monkey.

Scoring for rights, forgetting about the duties,
With my robbles, they shake on my pockets.
He wants forbidden, he craves her toileva,
Hamit, provocyret, scares the seventeenth.

Monitors the reaction, nervous rushing,
I am still smiling, I think: "Well, you're you, Vasya."
Learn father fuck, scare hedge ass,
True my passport, skip the station.

Recorder to write, please will introduce
Changes in the face, stretches the passport.
Brings apologies, smiles to blame
Only the tail does not see, I'm not looking back.

Stand on the platform, inhale the smell of tunnels,
Hello, dungeon named Lenin.
I'm on the ground, pure sober,
Hello, dungeon named Lenin.

Dear passengers at the Belarusian transition to the annular line closed.

Mesr.

In the subway mummy metro
How sill in a jar every morning on weekdays.
In the evening in Lefortovo earlier in Perovo at the studio,
In the player Detroit, in life with light contussion.

Stritch behind the line, words our gun,
Right now bits, kapa - started with graffiti.
Each night balancing is a significant event,
Time passes quickly, earlier Ventshacht broke.

Games with garbagers in hide and seek, strategy
Right now, it's not that, and health shakes.
Adapted for themselves what was born in the States,
Romance, adrenaline and smell of tunnel.

Workers, vests, the third rail at night without tension,
In the morning, people are shocked, at the station Colored panels.
Fotika and screams: "Stand, bitch shooting on defeat",
Picky, ripped wounds, motion sensor.

Faces are dirty like a miner, hands too, chase,
For the sake of smile friends and with luck - pictures in the album.
For society - sick, will continue until I?
But my life is a game, for you a pure theory.

Slim & Skin

Infinite ring, color radial,
The wheels of the wagons are knocking on the rails of steel.
This web stores its secrets,
While there is food - the metro does not get tired.

Infinite ring, color radial,
The wheels of the wagons are knocking on the rails of steel.
This web stores its secrets,
While there is food - the metro does not get tired.

Ultimate, access to the railway station.
Dear Paz