NQSHN - Есенин
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My style Yesenin, they got hooked on poetry

All in the same tribe as plebeians

What is the century and how long?

You are the voice of the streets, I'm the voice of a generation



My style Yesenin, they got hooked on poetry

All in the same tribe as plebeians

What is the century and how long?

You are the voice of the streets, I'm the voice of a generation



Associated himself with many

As a result, like a morgue on the threshold

I knocked out my point

I am writing that and one, well, where are you?



Through the connection I still report

What I did not think about - now bakes

I fly somewhere mentally

Put on cases, reckoning is expected from karma



Active bench press

And by the way, I do not taste what is here

Yesenin - Tommy Versetti

Supply to the Internet - there are only children

Dogs bark caravan go, but we are not together



Only hugs before, no after

Did you want to stay? Guard me only near

I'm running to the katezh, I'm frozen

They whispered for a long time, but who should I do what?



Moscow accepts a lot

Transitions from loved ones

I better sit at home

We are shimmamy and smoke, rain pours outside the window



I am burning again from the word to the word

On the sloom of the MO from work to the house

From rap to the ramp, blossom my domain



Hungry mouth in a cold city

There is no Lovely, only Lonely

Are they crazy, where are their roots?

They are not ready to delve into this



So young, everything gets away

I write in a couple of minutes

I put a pause for sadness

And again I will fall asleep alone, and let



My style Yesenin, they got hooked on poetry

All in the same tribe as plebeians

What is the century and how long?

You are the voice of the streets, I'm the voice of a generation



My style Yesenin, they got hooked on poetry

All in the same tribe as plebeians

What is the century and how long?

You are the voice of the streets, I'm the voice of a generation