Тимофей Яровиков - Набедокурила дура
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The fool bent
Mother did not listen
I did not give in
To the persuasion of the father
Left the house without looking back
Search for a better life
By cities in small vests
On the hands of the end
Where the heather smell
And machine burning
Bloom
Given the lollipop
Until the flashlight goes out
With stomped fat from crushed
Innocent hearts.

Look at
sorry
Blessed forever capable of forgive
Easy path
Do not wait
Your palms will meet the sting of a sword
And there will be oaths and stones
Fly after you
And there is no hope of salvation
And the return ticket
While you are silent while you are

The fool bent
I wanted everything
Sucked up by a colorful wrapper
Sold for the price
For furnished rooms
In which it is dark
And so nice to smell skin
The chill is a sheet
And where this wind is not heard
What yells in the morning
An uneven cry of unborn
Useless saints
And five cents to the temple
And hearts measured
Like blows under the breath
Look at
sorry
Blessed forever capable of forgive
Easy path
Do not wait
Your palms will meet the sting of a sword
And there will be oaths and stones
Fly after you
And there is no hope of salvation
And the return ticket
While you are silent while you are

The fool bent
Mother did not listen
I did not give in
To the persuasion of the father
Gone for the distant lands
Gram water bread
Look in deep wells
Don’t see the face
By ducklings in conflagrations
By heights at the bottom
Truding the roads carefully
With a foot with a foot
She leaves alone
It is easy to leave - stay
It is never easy

Look at
sorry
Blessed forever capable of forgive
Easy path
Do not wait
Your palms will accept the sting of the sword
And there will be oaths and stones
Fly after you
And there is no hope of salvation
And the return ticket
While you are silent while you are