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Already the chervonets has passed, and in memory that unfortunate meeting -
The order to the bottom to lay down, like relatives, there is no need to protect,
Then threats about them, their tears, then again orders,
Fars at a cost for a whole life and a new passport behind the sinus.

In the tube, the voice offered a girl for the pleasures of carnal,
Korosta, I have no time for this - I cook pasta in naval,
I just took out hotels, a gloss on duty in a smile,
I have been dreaming of a house for all ten years of silent cry of invisibility.

I am with a tiger in a cage every day, although far from dull,
So one day you will give your soul, but not to pick up the present,
And somewhere a son and a salty sea under a photo on a stone,
But below is not me, dear, do not believe these jackets and screens.

In the evenings I went to church for sure and put candles
While extermin, he finished this damn school of scouts,
The past is not trifles, it is hidden somewhere in the archives,
The password was probably forgotten, or maybe they burned both business and name.

Some kind of envelope was transferred to me, but I do not want to guess this rebus,
The ashes flew from the balcony, his gaze slowly swam across the sky,
I am devoted to the country that put me with cancer,
Yes, I am a fool - there is an order, but I did not hear (this) the main "dad".

And there probably is a husband already, or rather the point of the support
Like a father - repairs are doing, taking the child from school,
That's spit on everything and will return! Your favorite bastard!
But it’s not a matter of a matter - I can’t say anything to these people.

Neither healers nor the "ahi" of the lips of sugar, nor the "ahi"
These available bitches, which he fucked, not knowing the rules and fear,
Then he threw out from bed, rushing around the room in hysteria,
Then a mirror fell on the floor with fragments.

Nobody knows about me, but many remember
Cry, the sky in which, as a child, we drown,
The past will tell about me that under the password
The enemy of the people at home, although it seems to be a hero of the Motherland.

Nobody knows about me, but many remember
Cry, the sky in which, as a child, we drown,
The past will tell about me that under the password
The enemy of the people at home, although it seems to be a hero BL ...

Yes, what is the hero there, when the name is no elementary,
Put these generals under court, but in fact everything is by,
The safety of your lives of ridiculous lives has already been put at the end,
And the ashes flew from the balcony, intertwining with the snow.

With tired legs in the courtyard, but without a headgear,
There is minus forty, then vodka will be with ice and lemon,
So the cold will not give the blood to hit with boiling water in the head,
There will be no calls home along the inter -city with the thesis "Silence - Gold".

There will be no broken mirrors and glasses, the deadline has already expired,
I have been dead for a dozen years and no one has been waiting for ten years,
You speak with the ghost and you do not understand his prayers,
He does not want to forget the past, he just wants to learn to love.

This is how they took life, put it in a folder and hid it,
There are passwords, secret appearances, and at home care and old slippers,
Here Prague, Warsaw, Antwerp, Milans and Zurichi,
And there her spirits in the hallway, scattered toys, how I love them.

Chervonets passed, and in memory that unfortunate meeting -
The order to the bottom to lay down, there is no need to take care of relatives,
Then threats about them, their tears, then again orders,
Fars at a cost for a whole life and a new passport behind the sinus.