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Saturday Petersburg is buzzing, recalling the street
Flash lights, corners, street intersections
Having faded their faces, their lionesses wrapped curls
Bokalov rustles the ringing of glasses everywhere
Do not click the beak of wise guy, so they taught me the jungle
I know how five corners, here Chuyka helps out
Miraculously park in the midst of the most, echoing in the interval
If I groped the vein of rhyme as from a gun
Prickly wind in the ears, with a whip knocks down by a loud
Squinting to catch a showcase of windows in the lens, figures
People of targets in a dash, argue or smoke nervously
I wait for a moment to make an interesting double
Gloomy clouds will not spoil a romantic dinner
Languid glances, candles, someone picks up a key
Fragile shoulders, arrows in mascara, impeccable corner
Tilt of eyelashes pushing as a full moon
For stupidity, young poets and secade grades
Amur, his brother knows his job, heals filigree
Flashing lights, smells of fine theft or drunken fight
The ability to make a rare frame while the onlookers are sleeping
I will stick in a bar, I drink decafinato
Couples pass in response, smile, nod
Days are melting, but FUUZ is pleased as the cat is sour cream
The flight is normal, I charge akum and drove

At the bottom, we build parades ourselves
A little bit, believe in a dream
There are enough problems for everyone, catch high
A little bit, do not muzzle

I climb like a diver in my favorite Badlon
But God forbid to fall under the ice
City Promers, rink everywhere and patterns on the windows
People got skates and snowboards from the mezzanine
Calsons, overalls, shabby fur coats
Without jokes, I consider the skins to wrap up in the skins
Not Chukchi, we are, there is a lot of everything to replace
He will warm it no worse, stop feeding poachers
Panther Black evening guard the remains
Small hours jumping suddenly on them from an ambush
Cascades of lights, garlands fly blinding
Soldier in the ice or coins in a case
Walking, looking for details, do not stupidly thug
Courtyards that replace the tramps of the parliament
Amendment to the wind, here the rating does not roll
Delve the brothers into the ornament from the lines on the map
The nature of the city is secretive, logins, passwords
Behind them are fireplaces, chests of drawers, columns
Canons of architects in Europe and protomasones
Under the arches of the arches of the light trace strip
From the very outskirts to the center to bridges and Atlanteans
The locator catches signals from a square of a square
Somewhere on the crane arrow and dark basements
Do not lose heart, believe me only the beginning

At the bottom, we build parades ourselves
A little bit, believe in a dream
There are enough problems for everyone to catch a buzz
A little bit, do not muzzle