CENTR - Zima
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"Why do people leave? What do they find there, in Dali, where dreams live? And I'm all a bracket with foil my frozen. And I try to understand what for the month in a row, seven gone guys, which leads, know, and how from the knee Stand on your feet, take a step forward, not afraid of what awaits me there. And no matter how I can sleep with these, pale killers, with them in the same house will not sleep. Self-soul, you can simply not wake up in the eye with my mother's needle, And somehow came to kill, fool. At first I thought the glue or varnish, but I chose that the Green, and said: "Ptah, it's smashed faster," and then it started: roads, stones, on the full program as a gift Mama Wife ... but so I could not understand and I could not, who am I: Fox or Wolf? What is the lot in me? What is the bird? Brain shouts "Tormezosi!", And the hand of the bitch stretches to kill again ... who will tell me where that hope and How to return the faith in God that I had before? On the sunset to watch, dream of the fields, and not on friends, joking in the center in Kumary. Winter began in September and for It ended in May, and maybe it's not yet ended, honestly, I do not know ... This time, exactly 9 months in a row continued this slow snowfall. And I'm terribly ashamed for such couplets, and so disgusting to me to write about everything about it. But this is the center, here is only true, and if I write about it, it means that it is necessary. Now I understand how we are weak, and that starting from the Chinese wall I was wrong. I all tried to prove something to someone, but who used it, he knows: the pepper is able to wait. At first, in my opinion, someone myself treated a couple of times, and I myself came in the already familiar swamp, I wanted back, but suddenly breathing smotes, I thought I went on my knee, but was already my throat. And it started as usual, morning, I make a couple of stones from yesterday's clutch, now there are strength to look for Lave on the evening, and so infinitely. The guys call from the studio, I need them there, and I put it in the entrance somewhere on South. We have a photo session of the Center group, I'm going to a 33 kilometer at a cottage. I'm scared for myself, honestly! I want to continue to write these songs! "Hello, Mom?" "Yes, Son, something happened?" "Yes, Mamuly, I urgently need a doctor ..." And again these faces! But soon it will end, the brambos ... it seems to me! Where is that hope? And how to return faith to God? I sought to learn a new one, I wanted to try everything. But this is the center, here is only true, and if I write about it, it means so! Where is that hope? And how to return faith to God? I sought to learn a new one, I wanted to try everything. But this is the center, here is only true, and if I write about it, it means that it is necessary. I learned the world, I sought to learn a new one, I wanted to try everything and tried again. I scored pictures from parishes into my head, then Rave came and the movement is acidic. Moscow drowned in narcotic flows: forest, aerodens, ptuch, painted hair, Greencakes, Second Hand, 106 and 8, on the instance of people pumped out in Gorky Park. It became fashionable to torment and kill, the heroes of the techno revolution died. And of course, not everyone managed to save ... DJ Danila Master R.i.p. I do not want someone here to learn life, I don't write these couplets and rhymes for this! Round discs, cards, sour, slow, fast ... Everyone decides on what he hangs! Where is that hope? And how to return faith to God? I sought to learn a new one, I wanted to try everything. But this is the center, here is only true, and if I write about it, it means so! Where is that hope? And how to return faith to God? I sought to learn a new one, I wanted to try everything. But this is the center,