Южные Головорезы - Жизнь не идет
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The murderous bun of plasticine
Puffing temptingly in a bottle to stupor
Recalling Gina
Brushing, spit on smoke clouds
And I will not say that I don't like this picture
But for a true Christian
Similar even mentally
Not permissible
Truly looking for sincerity, I see
False in rather cute faces
Passing by
How many are this power,
Irrevocably crushed
In the ranks of the pilgrims
Now they are free!
Victoria! Judge for soap!
It was seduced that before
They were frantically infuriated ...
Communicating with them is so difficult to choose the reasons
Refusing a pinch of cocaine in capchino
Well, this time,
Although there were many prerequisites
No sabotage breakthrough happened

Where are the goals?
Where are the incentives for life?
What were left
And only these dried faces
Thoughts save
Making them very quickly
Strives into the distance, fleeing
Where, from where?
Unknown
What losses?
Health, joy, success,
Against the background of laughter
No gaps are plasticine
Covering them
To free rein!
Down with these gray everyday life!
To where the sun is at an eternal zenith for noon
Where you share the point of view of godless drones
And it is very difficult to remain uniniting
To those fools,
Puffing in the morning my scope
About bad without thinking
No one will refuse me a new day
Will divide equals into good and bad
Suffering memories
Nightmare
Sticking forever between concrete vaults
And the horizon

You hear, wait!
Do not rush dear!
Remember your day, remember about the finale
So that you do not tear your gray hair at the end
Cursing life
Sneaking past

They did not wait!
Now the other side of the medal!
Which was not awarded, broke off!
Rested yesterday,
In the morning, the head is buzzing so?
How these gray performances were put on
It would seem that we must refuse me the main role
Protect health
But with a stack I am again
Reckless
And diving into this foam
I feel in the seventh heaven - frankly
Maybe these are the very minutes of happiness
For the sake of which we drink
Being in the grip of green serpent
Kissing the neck of a bottle
In the morning, Like Winnie Poh in his head sawdust
Tired of the liters of the polythery
Piles, bullets of fools kill my nature
Such procedures
Spoil relationships from slapers
The backs are cracking
I'm no longer looking for shelter at the bottom of the bottle

When the stretched days go unbearably for a long time
When they find a wolf in you
There is a way
Not to notice all this
Panacea, so to speak, good zero five
But so as to embrace the immense
Depression to remove while not to overcome
Until she accumulated strength
To take the throat
Accept and fall asleep
Cold bed,
Fatigue and print
Suffocating dreams of which cannot be understood
In the usual language cannot be described
I could give everything for
So as not to remember them
But the trouble is - there are no those
Who wants to help me
Give the soul of peace
One single night
To make life not for long
Stopped being a quagmire
Which has not been going on for a long time
Passes by

When a big heart beats in the chest
The light pours from a ajar door
You want to enter, undress
Sit down by the fireplace in the chair,
Heat
Listen to the melody and text
Songs with which a tree strives for ashes
And realize that they burn with him together
Bad news
Revenge
Evil winds
Welcome Madame
Trust for this
Let me offer you woolen leggings
Brew tea tight with cupcake
Accept by honor as a narrowed bride
But to be honest
It is still unknown
Are you worthy of place in this chair
You are undoubtedly smart
Comfortable externally
Childhood friends spoke flattering about you
Yes of course
As the most humane from versions we will discuss this
With obvious interest
But there are other opposite polarities
Where the victims are nameless
In the sweat of verbal berries
As soon as I let you in, demons will come in!
Shoulder to shoulder,
On the Black Mass shine with a machete
Waiting for when they confuse
To the set nets
Hood Bai Milady!
I am not for h