Showpen - Любовь. Смерть. Дьявол
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Red Rose...
The costume is black ...

I keep in my memory wardrobe
Folded neatly, not wrinkled
Your red dress ..
In my dreams I go down here
Where, I'm glad to faces
In black sneakers, I experience all moments as in the matrix.
All mine is here, beloved,
The real world fades like that
That, I definitely would not choose
Red pill.
To me and here at the bottom of the glass of red
Not bad, long ago,
Reality does not attract
Moreover, I found out that I was not elected there.

Red - black patterns on the sheet
White. What suffered just like that
From the showdowns of my consciousness, with my heart,
Where the result is one, my thoughts about us
Place in the Gigaigers.
I found it like that.
I commanded that.
I am God in this world. Remember?
I am the best
And what should I be modest here?
I am here, plus all the girls wish me,
But...
This is a world where I squeeze the hands of only one ...
In your hand, hold, fool, hold, hold, hold and do not let go!
"Hold"
And then I wake up ...

Tie
Red-black bauble, on the brush,
I remember I asked before before bedtime, "Please do not dangle!"
Was all in a black suit
In the hands of a red rose,
Bury this feeling
In vain, late.
Bright red cars of cars and
Where the asphalt stomp black tires,
Perhaps higher than Almaty, at the foot of the mountains,
Again
I know, for sure, inhaling, somewhere here lives
My love...
And I just need to breathe
To understand that feelings are alive.
Not a step will not be taken back now
I am configured. I rush like that
What, as if on the red Air Force, is a girl
But
User, limited access to his page ...

And I get out of bed again, Monday, the weekend is hiding
With the anthem.
I'M Feeling Drunk and High.
This time I got out of Tusa a little matured,
I am not sad.
I took the severity that the tobacco gives,
Mixed with his what inside and
I released smoke.
Let go.
Now there is only cleanliness here
Let everything say that it polluted the lungs.
I get out of the bottom of the glass
To take your eyes warm ...
And say hello ..

I was cured of drug addiction.
And also from alcoholism.
Look...
That is, listen
Quite sober. There is nowhere right. I'm telling you. I love..
Sorry. I forgot that you already have a "young man", there is.
Sorry.
I forgot that everything is fine there.
My feelings are red. Yours are black. But this is good. If only not white. If only it doesn’t matter. Correctly. Hate me and then step and op ..
But while I am here, I will be left alone, with a guitar, on which I can’t play anyway, but let it stand here, for the sake of the atmosphere, a cozy room, I won’t open wine, I’m waiting for a guest, right? I reduced the volume of music, I expect knocking in this room ...