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The cold wind with the rain intensified a hundred times
all say only that there is no way back
Squirrel head-cooked swings circle words again and again
you can forget a dream because the fucking fuck again

pulse of longing beats like floor watches
painfully cocks, huyovo hurts
Snow is poured into the wounds of salt
painfully cocks, huyovo hurts

New Year on the nose
I get a braid from the closet
After all, you need meat for soup
Although what am I talking about? - stop

An ordinary morning
typical day
An ordinary evening

I almost died
Where can I get the money
again confused

The coat is dressed
The carriage is served
Where is my hat
Where are my subjects

Again alone
Again, not cheerful
Again again
Fuck again evening

I put a bag of sorrow with coffee
Sometimes I want to take the barrel and shoot the whole office
no one fucking sees what is inside, even anatomists
Around only a piece with certificates

The meaninglessness of the days lived
The joylessness of the things done
In short, everything is about the same
How the dolphin sang

But I'm not upset
above the head on the scaffold
The main thing is not to start
I will be like Aristotle

settling with an aim for the future
what? Ass on the ass think
Daaa is quite possible

And so - night, bridge
some kind of bar - overnight
The poet came in
The poet of beer is a kid

Hello homeless people
Fans and comrades
Think I have become young
No, I'm still soul old

I can dance like a monkey
wake up in the mental in the morning
I can go to the symposium
in Melncholy into sorrow wrapped

Creator and destroyer
The construction of life is own
Let me, let me
To complete the building worn

When I was small, I was in time
In addition to learning a fuck
Now I have become old
Help who would help

The meaning fell out of the hands
The corpse is outlined with chalk
spoke with God according to SMS
I imagined that I was brave

How Vovka will make a remark
What are you all I am, I am
Well, I will answer the same
Do not understand fucking

my muse is a hawk binge and lack of constancy
my lyre inner isolation and again drunkenness
I am arranging uniform disgrace for discretion
colleagues do not understand me, something about the manners of scum
And for me, still money is just paper
If the question is about love, then these are games, rap and ragga
Although a lot more, a long list
But in it there is no place for people ...

Once in childhood, my T -shirt hung on the chandelier
it burned and I grabbed real Dristi
Now I burn my life every day and not scary
shock absorption of the soul, everything is worse than older

But maybe this is just for good
Maybe the old man conceived
take your feelings and in the preservation
Put as a product in the refrigerator of the soul

The most important thing would not be taken out
so freeze so stronger than diamond
although there is always a laser from somewhere
Diamond will be broken and pulled into rhinestones

pulse of longing beats like floor watches
painfully cocks, huyovo hurts
Snow is poured into the wounds of salt
painfully cocks, huyovo hurts