Тёплая Трасса - Я пустил по кругу
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I let a cloud of smoke in a circle
Someone tore him at the other end
I asked my friend - where is my beloved
Someone shot himself on his face

And steep fragmentation on empty boxes
Unprotected conscience of purchased love
Blind the face to me with a hare - the beast of the sunny
Glazed meanness from the frantic heat
Like the flowers of the past war
Tear out the pages of conscience

It was too fun with funeral music
The wedding roller will be too terrible
The song will not silent, the panties will not dry out
Each hair will dig

And black, black in an unprecedented eating
Popular youth of pink 3mlies
Outnins of memory, squeezing out a brew
Unprofitable past boyish love
Like their dashing grunts
Scrape off my pupils from heaven

Wet cigarette butts abandoned children
Officer by the policies of the fighter's courtesy
3a Holy Principles of the centuries sold
3a Sterilty of meanness for his face

For ordinary lordship, forget all the holes with cliffs
Draw boats with lights into the void
Mortal sin of tanks, seas, oceans
Yes, bring a burning look at the torn mouth
Smoking the sky below
let's scrape away to the truth