давайбыстрее - я пил, дура
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put your soul into a bottomless bag
There is no place left for her
After all, he is no more.
Like there is no stuffy atmosphere
Once again the end has come
Do not know a sense of proportion
Be it vodka or phenazepam

I fucked all these rules
Yes, they are not possible.
Inhale carefully
Probably believed in vain
Cognac with juice mixed
And all alcohol is not enough
Dilute their feelings
Since when did we become so

the moon will not disappear at dawn
will shine as brightly as the sun in the summer
Once again a feeling of confusion will appear
The twentieth spring will not share doubts
Fate passed, that time passed

Fucking to climb the wall from boredom
Everything was as it was, everything will be like that
The answer to the affection
there will be a blow from all a scale
Nicotine and Diamond Spirit
plus ethyl alcohol in so much
that everything will simply burn
as not tragic

and we go to the dawn
Give him my regards
See you not soon, probably not
Fucking, without one's own thoughts
on the rope of your desires to hang

Hundreds of thousands of combinations
let's not part
We will go together for happiness
We refuse to prejudice
Without sleep for a third day
Let's go to Nirvana
Without any deception