Дядя Jackie - Большие надежды
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We have little time, alas, not only on Pip feet
Or I stuck strictly a replica so much
In the texts, which takes away the nearest drain
Well, here is the scarb to the east

A stack of metropolitan overturning to seem miserable
The American dream was rotten here in a communal apartment
After rain chills, then satire evening
If there would be an article, then the liver was planted before

I ran to the west from death here
In moments of sadness after east
Believe me, your fucking tomorrow may simply not come, you are still

And the ashtray in the kitchen resembles Corrida
There are so many bulls, portable port
Each is extremely simple, but the limit is not visible
And yesterday I vomited with joy, there is no resentment

Hello and so far, to those who were partially indulged
I'm here on the sale of happiness in boutiques
And disassemble the heretic spare parts
I'm full of strength only when my glass is full

And I would have a year old
Instead of the manor of the grotto
I would offer the hand of death, then certainly
Before the wedding heals

All the same drops and wet snow under the window
I imagined that there was no sky, fiber
The rest was dragged out and the other was not given
Give me a hand to later.