Guf - Мысли в слух Обработанная версия без шума.
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Временами я дико схожу с ума.
Но чаще всего не подаю вида.
И когда рассеется туман.
Уверен, за многое будет стыдно.
Все хотят увидеть счастливый финал.
Но большинства не будет даже в титрах.
Голова на плечах, больная.
Продолжает выдумывать опасные игры.
Я пытаюсь тут двигаться честно.
Но здесь это никому не нужно.
Садовая, под колёсами Бенса.
Прохожие, прыгают через лужи.
Это просто мысли вслух, как это чаще всего бывает.
Это старый добрый Guf, то что вижу о том и читаю.
И я тебя не знаю друг, зато ты меня не плохо знаешь.
Но мы с тобой близки по духу, раз этот звук тебя не раздражает.
Больше не вырубаю мобилу.
Чтобы по зависать с кем-то до семи утра.
В семь утра сижу напротив камина.
Проверяю мыло и подкидываю в огонь дрова.
Не имею права садиться за руль машины.
Пока мусора не вернули права.
Комната окутана сладким дымом.
С дивана не охота вставать.
Перестал кататься по ночному городу.
В поисках сомнительных развлечений.
Когда на улицах холодно.
Я не думаю об автономном отоплении.
Совсем скоро ебанёт сорок.
Как же быстро сука летит время.
Столько всего про*бал пока был молод.
Сколько всего я ещё успею.
Это просто мысли вслух, как это чаще всего бывает.
Это старый добрый Guf, то что вижу о том и читаю.
И я тебя не знаю друг, зато ты меня не плохо знаешь.
Но мы с тобой близки по духу, раз этот звук тебя не раздражает.
At times, I am wildly going crazy.
But most often I do not apply.
And when the fog dispel.
I am sure that much will be ashamed.
Everyone wants to see the happy finale.
But most will not be even in the credits.
Head on shoulders, patient.
Continues to invent dangerous games.
I'm trying to move honest here.
But here it is not necessary for anyone.
Garden, under the wheels of Bens.
Passersby jumping through the puddles.
It's just thoughts out loud, as it most often happens.
This is an old good guf, then I see about Tom and I read.
And I do not know you, but you don't know me badly.
But we are close in spirit, since this sound is not annoying you.
No longer cut down the mobile.
To hang with someone up to seven in the morning.
At seven in the morning I sit opposite the fireplace.
I check the soap and throw the firewood into the fire.
I have no right to get driving the car.
While garbage has not returned right.
The room is shrouded in sweet smoke.
From the sofa is not hunting to get up.
Stopped riding around the night city.
In search of dubious entertainment.
When it's cold on the streets.
I do not think about autonomous heating.
Very soon fucking forty.
How fast bitch flies time.
So much about * Ball was young.
How much I still have time.
It's just thoughts out loud, as it most often happens.
This is an old good guf, then I see about Tom and I read.
And I do not know you, but you don't know me badly.
But we are close in spirit, since this sound is not annoying you.
But most often I do not apply.
And when the fog dispel.
I am sure that much will be ashamed.
Everyone wants to see the happy finale.
But most will not be even in the credits.
Head on shoulders, patient.
Continues to invent dangerous games.
I'm trying to move honest here.
But here it is not necessary for anyone.
Garden, under the wheels of Bens.
Passersby jumping through the puddles.
It's just thoughts out loud, as it most often happens.
This is an old good guf, then I see about Tom and I read.
And I do not know you, but you don't know me badly.
But we are close in spirit, since this sound is not annoying you.
No longer cut down the mobile.
To hang with someone up to seven in the morning.
At seven in the morning I sit opposite the fireplace.
I check the soap and throw the firewood into the fire.
I have no right to get driving the car.
While garbage has not returned right.
The room is shrouded in sweet smoke.
From the sofa is not hunting to get up.
Stopped riding around the night city.
In search of dubious entertainment.
When it's cold on the streets.
I do not think about autonomous heating.
Very soon fucking forty.
How fast bitch flies time.
So much about * Ball was young.
How much I still have time.
It's just thoughts out loud, as it most often happens.
This is an old good guf, then I see about Tom and I read.
And I do not know you, but you don't know me badly.
But we are close in spirit, since this sound is not annoying you.
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