pastor napas - Осень
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Autumn bitch - gray area, sleepy mind
reduces like a osudorga, I would go out of here
at least a couple of days, leaving piles of unwashed dishes
In the shells of close destinies to me

like let's forget about everything
And there already, well, like a god will judge
So it will be, for now, I am on weight
In the dusk of everyday life, I cling to the bitch with my hands

And no matter how difficult it is, I do not graze
not to stuple, picking up seasonings in your super soup
I do it competently that I would not be poison
those useful properties that they carry

testing method when it is at everyday life
It is better to be killed, look for a way out on the parish of Daaa
I have to blow, I go and think, I go and think

I take out a cigarette, bring it to the fire
extinguished, spilled, close from the wind, I smoke
I go gloomily along the road, along the border
Under someone's fucking laughter, under someone's fucking humor

on the sole - a smeared past
irrigated by the rain and saliva of passers -by
On the skin of goosebumps from this morning cold
immersed in yourself and no one else needs

While the body is nourishing yesterday's dinner
I'm trying not to listen to my stomach, I don't have it to him
And he is not sick about leaving me alone
And I am not satisfied with "%!%; No.:

on the windowsills, friend, dripped while walking
yeast on the puddles rain, a hood on my head
This search from the list of the directory is called Sean
zero coincidences, pointed by stuff and money

While the dirt covers the yards, cook them build
Drunk Mr. Illusions is not building
leaning on pipes with a free hand, I stand pissed
Triko looks at the world with longing

The handle on the clock cuts off seconds
these meager on the episodah of everyday life
The handle on the clock cuts off seconds
these meager on the episodah of everyday life

The handle on the clock cuts off seconds
these meager on the episodah of everyday life
The handle on the clock cuts off seconds
these meager, these meager sheep