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Sadly, yes, sad - well, and *if he is with him.
Sadness after all, and I play the game with her.
Having eaten the darkness, I like a mole - blind;
I sneak on the tunnel, because at the end - light.

Smoke hung under the ceiling in the chandelier area.
Nannun - a muscle, a party ... Today - garbage and empty.
I'm industrialized to the bone brain ...
I, like air, need a place in the sun, by the sea in the sand.

I think: "Well, you have to go home."
He calls back to the brother-roy, longing to the edges.
Mom will cry when she saw her son out the window,
And the little boy, saying goodbye, waves his hand with his hand.

Woke up in sweat an evil monster.
I will do ** yney, the affairs of the salt on after, Big Lebovski.
The little boy never learned to be an adult,
I could not pretend to get used to the image.

On the day of "Open Doors" in my psychiatric hospital.
Do not go into my soul, I ask - there is no one ** to ruin -
Nightmares and pain, temperature rushes between forty and zero.
This is treated, but come on without doctors.

She is inaccessible to the fifth day.
Absurd, but I have a cold, loss of reason.
Studio and road bag. Yes, I am a robot! Iron box!
But when you are nearby, I am timid and shorts the wiring.

The city of illusions is huge, cold and sad.
Hand out the window - and catch the snow.
Everything is turned upside down
After all, even good Santa can slip under the Christmas tree under ** BKU.

The light between the boards on boarded up windows.
I live between exhalation and breath.
In a long corridor between the output and the entrance,
Between the ceiling and the floor, nonsense and really.

And, it seems, the mistakes have learned by heart,
But again repetitions, sadness pulls me.
There are more minuses than pluses.
I will smile, but to me ...

Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).

Outside the window is black and white drawings.
Twilight, Bytovuha, I am not in the spirit.
Room, cabin, comfortable.
Yacht, Bay ... Oh, I would have rested.

Outside, snow, puddles melting. Dinner between wife and husband -
A boring movie about the fact that they have long been "not a soul into the soul."
Not love, neither friendship is hard, but necessary.
Photoshop or dinner?

Slow decay ...
Moscow is in touch, the flight is normal, has not slept for a long time.
To heaven from home, then [...]
I saw everyone, but who specifically - I could not remember.

Below the baby is noisy ...
The engine of clumsy plush cubs.
Rusty swings whine plaintively.
Life will teach cooler than any textbook how stronger to be.

You are right, communication with me is a failure.
I would like to cross smoothly, like a plan, but a pond, like a tank for a ram.
I want to sing you, I am barefoot for you, my love ...
At least look at how sad ...

It was as if the old courtyard was not recognized by you.
The snow melted and half a park has linked with yellow leaves.
I have never been a coward, but without those who are not ...
I'm sad.

Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).

Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).

Summer, fly away ...
Summer, fall asleep ...
Summer, fly away ...
Fall asleep summer ...

Motherf ** ker ...

Motherf ** ker ...