ддд - все времена года
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Since June
Turning to themes easier
Wait for a divorce of bridges
Like midnight
and the floor lying down to stare at passers -by
It looks like I'm stuck in these moments
Friends in the air
Return back in films
there is no sense and there was no
go forward for days
without stragging on the bike
Until the last puncture in the tire
on the roofs with Yegor
The whole city on the lid of the collars
And I will prick in this evening
dreams so that he will last forever
We look at Sadovaya
The Pantamim Theater is careless
like in a telephone pipe
Hello in gestures again
I'm like in a bag
per hour peak, in the subway
There is a rustle in your ears, and you say
in a half-whisper at least something there
In summer and in shorts
I'm in a T -shirt, and you are
till August
In colors
please
Effectively shrugging his shoulders
And I drink tea
From happiness
And at night
June
Synonyms, singles
Sinematographer
Summer Aftographer for autumn
Such unbearable
and footnote in the fields
Talks about early spring
and about her, and on the eyebrows hoar
It doesn't seem to you that there are too many seasons
Not enough winter
and ice on the roads
Meter of snow and books under a blanket
and pigeons to feed heat dressed
Come on a tram without tickets
With injuries
Build the threesome
I am you and winter
We yawn
And the lips are blue
I kiss them not
so many cereals on vinyl
And you have vanilla cheeks
time flies faster than Viskar leaves
Look, the windows are already January
in which something is gone
We will spin in it in pairs
on a ferryboat
And in the bars,
And in the parks,
And without a resort
I would give everything to be true
It's so sorry that this is just a dream
But so hot

was angry around the world
And I was torn inward
Penal of dentistry longs for ropes and soap
If you do not fit it in my lunges
Everything is pretty nice
Everything would be unplanned
He promised himself not to drink anymore
But this is for yourself
you understand
Attention
Now the main question
what's next?
Yes, you even disarmed to understand
What your curls are yearn about
And my fingers
Oh beautiful
variable fragments
In the chest of the left
I am finishing
And I'm deceiving
Moving further
If not now,
then after -off
Following your forgotten traces.