Redo - Кинофильм
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Lost Hearing and Voice
in the distance a barely understandable dialect
Honor and Pont
And so every year
I'm wandering like a Jew
NOTOTY MY LIFE-RE-Minor

I put everything I had on the card
I set zero
Have I won today?
Yes, he made nothing
Only strings
At the chair
make you run away from the kiss of the succubus again

And all that moment
but already in the blood in the blood
Grout quietly
God help me!

Fuck him
Deep all the same
Come on, click on the stop
But for some reason I am still on my feet and still alive
You look like you are making a movie

Eyy
I'm on the run from the problems
On the leaflets of the short story
I climbed the wrong way
Your shock

"My life collage
Will you give a report?
I am even ready for bash "

This fucking shabash and false
sends again to the second floor
In one fell swoop
Directly to the count
I forgot what it is to fry with fear

The eager path of nothing
I will lose two more
And I will cure the window
Fuck Ander you are children
The third day without food
Did you think I boast of this?

I don't want to give a shit
This is all not without wiki
the lines of the great
you throw FILKI for fit
After all, without this insole
You are a letter of Filics

Fate leads you. And let the choice not simple.
answer the question you can only yourself
where to go
What purpose is the risk justified
Alas
This is solved only by the screenwriter

Yes, I know you want to say
that I drove everything without leaving anything
and trampled his banner
I soaked myself
After spinning in the bathroom

This is a cook in which I am an ingredient
Krivoruki will be thrown out with everything
And we are simply interfered in the seething water
After all, we also want to be like everyone else

no. Everything seemed to you
This is a dream where I swim with you
give the soul for the desire of the creature?
You should be so apparently

But I have already outlined the edges
and those two between thousands of drawing
Not sparing ink
Prayers are defeated
for the sake of the glory we need
Detach Olympus

And so I left this movie
Hard granite was my father and became a son
Before me is only a brush and a canvas
The horizon is visible
My wheel
will become a guide in hundreds of lines

I climbed into your soul and enough
But the movie remains as a keepsake
per aspera ad astra
one way
but divide into equal parts
at least forget about everything
will no longer become colors
Count them on the fingers
but to disrupt at least one is not given
After all, others here put the rules