Dr.zen - Мысли вслух
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Life is not a great 17 years already passed from boredom
I will die someday and
"Hey people do not need to hang hands"
maybe I'll leave this track
And his grandson will listen
maybe I'll break through their hearts
And a new knock will clog

Among friends of friends
Everyone is lying
And maybe units
They value you around
Souls fly like a circle
And I only hear the heart sound
I don't understand who is lying to me and from what my heart
painful heat or ailment

Among the open hands
we are looking for what would be closer
And everyone thinks dreams
At least a day but live in Paris
whether to run on the roofs or just relax
set lives the goal
And slowly move the lives of the way

I lived so little
And I don't want to leave
But I know that it will come
Black day
And we all leave as Nicruti
And the most joke
I'm not afraid to fly
I'm not afraid of death
I'm afraid I only lose my relatives
which are with me
who will not betray
who will be sent to battle
who will save from fire
who carry good
And they teach me to be like that
What kind of thanks to mom and dad.
Thank you to your relatives

Winter will come now
The first snow will be soon
I love everyone in this track
Hello your fiery
And after 130 years I would like to hear
"Well, nifiga grandfather read mine
I would like to hear it personally "

Is it raining snow
The carrion is sad
Throw away the sadness in the trash
And do not be bored with a positive
Everything will be awesome
I know for sure I say for sure
All troubles will fly like a bullet
And I catch joy


And maybe in your eyes
I was completely wrong
I don't change positions
One dream is one "van laf"
I leaf through the chapters
Having handed over the sleeve of the sly

forgot to enter the count where
I will have to drive the composition
Having chosen
Dubrav of reprisals
Sweeping and squeezing through the tin and the alloy became
one stand and think about what the charter reads

Having handed over his clear rugs
I hear your voice
joint
Behind the count of the count goes
And even an old dusty polygraph
backward from life will click
Spitting sneezing
What was in his life
And what has passed
Without it

That good health
backing up Kerpich falling
Having destroyed the walls of the hid
Having chosen everything that was
Having closed without grunt

That vulture
that then was not spavering
Dull of the lamp beam
And maybe the speech is not an asset
Covering through the rain and snow
Kind the sip Archif

beautiful that is a clear dream
who opened the strait
And the heart beats in unison
river spill will pass dopiv
The sip is a living massif
and extinguishing the candles that myth
We will not fall under the underwater stone reef

Living, having loved
All the negativity will leave
And there will only be a white strip in life
White positive
Having finished your alternatives
I want to say one thing

I just can jump from the topic to the topic
You evaluate you to solve
worthy will I read or
Throw and sleep
Search for muses and raise

Or confuse everything
in general or mate
Water is a nyvid surface
hold and do not give
the peaks of the mountains of Lee to conquer
or go through the mud
Heaven per span

You decide to write to me

Thin stripes
I will write what I always dream about
Everyone knows that he would like
Only I don't understand
I delve between the lines I write
As if I am alone
The 100th sheet almost spoiled
burying the full spector of ink

Among the railing, a saw passed one
I got into the fire
I burned a couple of tires
Paul baskets
Imaging a faithful family man
This dream is a springboard
abandon give me to know
and do not mix up all
And not to scare

conquer respect
Get out of the dirt
understand what someone needs
Good to reason well
Start writing with this track
Good luck and happiness
live more than a century
You are a man escape badness