БРЕДИШЬ - На счастье
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To the light
We fly a moth in a straight algorithm
Flash and we are not
In scraps from memory
Black and white cigarette filter
Time flies not to catch up with us
You hear the sound time
We burned days
They rushed to the bottom at all pairs
Years fled ahead
We are looking for good luck
Night at the table
Not a soul in the morning
Two parallel straight lines nearby on the wrist
I have been told from childhood
That for happiness you need three
On the table Milky Way
A torn dress under it
Brother, sleepy paralysis
Rest not souls
Two parallel straight lines nearby on the wrist
I have been told from childhood that for happiness it was necessary three
Night at the table
Not a soul in the morning
Not a soul in the morning
I have been told from childhood
That for happiness you need three
I have been told from childhood
That for happiness you need three