Horus, SharOn, RIPBEAT - Балкон
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Rain integration into the alopecia of the fields
Masturbation Vyzulin on the amount of zero
Shortly on the balcony, I spent the evening in my mind
These business planes that reality imposed on me
And do not do this, but do such!
Then you know the sweet taste taste of victory
In whom do not spit only art historians
There is no scoop for a long time, and all one is a country of advice
On the balcony of the dusk sticky, I confused my thoughts
Yes, how not to twist it to sip a dashing a couple of pounds
Under the bayonets of the junta between the blunts and the huyupal
My Crusade Campaign is children's, like Kurt Wonnegut
And until, opening the windows, I will inhale the evening
Fresh air. Like enjoying the silence of the treatment
As if grinning thoughts to the beat
The hidden skull was shocked on the logo above the snowflake

Evening city behind glass froze in miniature
Double -glazed windows rattled under the pressure of a storm
The world, by nature, is so caricature
Spit flew behind the parapet as a sentence of culture
How many firewood here were pushed with dope ...
And how much we lowered Phillo to sirens and furies
And you can reason for a long time: what a fool you are
Well, forget it, we’ve drove to the balcony we'll smoke

Graceful, like Lani, drug addicts in the forest
I looked at them from the balcony, showing interest
Their excitement owned the minds, again quests to dawn
The sun hid behind the houses, lights were lit
They are not soaring BLM, because there are a lot of other problems here
I enjoy Kali-yuga, and lm smokes in my teeth
And the native New Yuga is again covered
But I became stable to him, as if a stone golem
And Dad told me: you suffer
You sing your songs and stick on twice
And what else to do here? A madhouse and a complete farce around
There are only two options - this is hydra and onlifans
Hari Krishna, Hari Rama! I have all this to the pussy
Forever young and drunk and will remain idle
All traditions are prostheses, and morality is a crutch
I perform Marseelus among the eternal emptiness

Evening city behind glass froze in miniature
Double -glazed windows rattled under the pressure of a storm
The world, by nature, is so caricature
Spit flew behind the parapet as a sentence of culture
How many firewood here were pushed with dope ...
And how much we lowered Phillo to sirens and furies
And you can reason for a long time: what a fool you are
Well, forget it, we’ve drove to the balcony we'll smoke

Smoke from my balcony flies into the clouds
Behind this booth we observe high
Around the ravines, as if a giant went through here
A neighbor goes by the bay of his goiter, like a pelican
On the street the lantern rhythmically put
The pale zombie is lame from the darkness
The howl of sirens from afar will sound anxiously
The city will fill the atmosphere from the militant
At the entrance, silhouette in search of a cache
I learned a classmate in Golyaks in it
Concrete labyrinth, do not get out in any way
Smoke from my balcony flies into the clouds

Evening city behind glass froze in miniature
Double -glazed windows rattled under the pressure of a storm
The world, by nature, is so caricature
Spit flew behind the parapet as a sentence of culture
How many firewood here were pushed with dope ...
And how much we lowered Phillo to sirens and furies
And you can reason for a long time: what a fool you are
Well, forget it, we’ve driven to the balcony we'll smoke