Гейл Дороти - Василиск
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Look at me, Vasilisk,
Until old age herself is not blinded
Looking up, you are not in a hurry
Gradually, all gradually
Look at me, Vasilisk!
Shook your eyes from the ashes fluently, firmly.
There, for centuries, probably Bellema,
Let's check it, my first future obelisk

Basilisk, come on to the peeps?
To the last eye drop
I'll beat you, small
My view is 2000 yards
Here the healer cuts both hands
Alice McGi would not have pinned it here
And contrary to the law of the universe
The soil is not underfoot - above the clouds
This is Lokdown, we lock ourselves
Between five-story buildings-twin
Through the ventilation mine mouth
Instead of carbon dioxide, chlorine exhales
It’s so easy to get into such an early
If there is not a single phase
From your window, the area of ​​red is visible,
From our pipeline - just another pipe
You crawled to my bone hut,
Where am I from my hair to the canvas of TKU
My mud is a corpse, I'm here - art,
Looking at me is a titanic work
Black Vorozhba, Black Mass
Behind the terrible and fingered forest
Black Vorozhba, disappearing
The psychos of all Rus' sings me
About how am a acrobat Neat is
I jump on a goat without assault
I am a gymnast trying to fall
I have no muscle-brain bond
Now, forever and ever and
I will speak from the position of the equalibrist,
Until I get my free program
Two with half a screw and down I do not collapse under the baseboard

Look at me, Vasilisk
Look at me, Vasilisk
Look at me, Vasilisk
Look at me, Vasilisk

Look at me!
Let the glass with a muscat crack,
The joint will turn behind the joint
I am not enough for me, on the night of Ivan Kupala
We play peeps until your eyes get tired
By vast, off -road
Carefully crawl to you like
I will cover your face with your fingers
Basilisk, look at me! At least try!
It is necessary to have sin - little
I am neither hot nor cold from him, just normal
Here the peat is so blessed
That the number of kaines to Abel is many times
The bed is soft from Abbilifai and moss,
Stabbing to the first rooster,
Tombstones are not eternal, slabs - cork,
Under them, people will not be eternal!
I’ll go to the BIS, I'm a specialist in this,
Watch how to wrap your intervertebral disc
Behind the disk, to holes, to sparks
With such masochism, you only looked into the water, a basilisk
Moscow cuneiform writing - my signature,
Bukovsky threw it - gave rise to Brodsky,
I'm on one party out of ten
Fuck with your "do not be sad"
People froze with you
Did people laugh at you?
I brought on a dish on a day
Festive pig under the sacred tablet

Look at me, Vasilisk
Look at me, Vasilisk
Look at me, Vasilisk
Look at me, Vasilisk

Where is your doll, Vasilisa?
I drove into the forest as to my home
Not here it was necessary to look for a basilisk,
A basilisk must be sought in itself