Тимур СПБ - В Лондоне дождь
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Morning in London Unsyloved Coelho
On the windowsill in the wait of the thunderstorm
with a cigarette inhale dawn
Instead of alarm, wakes big beng
Caramel Mokko, with the memories
a priori in a quarrel, everything is in the past
Perhaps Open Wai Farrera
His brown hair
On the feet of red conversions
Streets Stregging poison dreams
torture daily, London shines
According to Old Raen in Troylebus
I consider the logarithm of eternity
Three-year houses are divided by the sadness of the ages
Aristocrats understand each other without words
With a rainy smile of November
umbrellas, coats, in coffee shops smoke
Anorexic ladies, stand out by the body and words
smells of unfulfilled dreams
25 o'clock, wounded heart thoughts
with dry lips fall asleep alone
Drunk city would cry for our kiss
here the sky has the edge, smoke and fog in the air
Inevitability, people, deception.

Patch gouache dying rain
Increased ink night
under thousands of inhale lonely minutes
My torn handwriting falls asleep.

I'm not difficult to understand ..
I do not like wake up in the morning
see gray face but wait for the french
fragrant latte.
I go into my favorite cafe
in caramel-warm october
touching the roof sadness
Redo, Tomilo time
I write a story to fallen leaves
in good rain, touched them
In that missed, hearts window
autumn cigarette smoke
Cola with vanilla, I remember
What does not figure out not one interpretation
Hot dreams, reality of existentity
through prospect, not far away
It will pass in a raised coat
Forgetting about temperature, on puddles
With the smell of the sun in the palms
Surroundings, Kunting, Cold of the Sea
Poisonous splashes of unrestrained feelings
3000 sighing lonely minutes
Barefoot on broken dreams