Вис Виталис - Баллада Про Снег, Водку и Яблоко
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Ballad about snow, vodka and apple

Middles were shook about twenty years
And I was in the city of Grodno
I was in the naval black overcoat
And, like, I was cold
Cassette player, unwashed Haer
And the self -proped xivnik
And my appearance, as I understand it
I enraged him very much, well
Here from the fog of the milk suspension
Some kind of some
Well, I think, here they will be kneaded
And even got into a half -stand
But, too, heyrath, he says to me:
Here is vodka, but no snack
So you, say, look at yourself -
And drink with you in Russian
And I have been in my overcoat pocket for a long time
Heated an apple with a warm palm
I took it, broke, and, of course, it
Went to the share immediately
We drank from the throat, ended the century
With snowstorms, everything missed
Snow poured into my eyes and ears
Light, darkened, light
And we all flew, threads on the music
Strung like a monist
Near the mouth of simple amazing truths
Frozen
Breathing knocks us snow dust
And life dried up to us
But I get a bottle from under the snow
I believe that something is left there

Though there was snow

VIS Vitalis
(c) 2012