Щепа - Фиолетовое лето
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Crunch ... branches ... oh this smell of heaven
Sadness, summer .... I do not have enough purple color

To hell with all of it
I rush
For distillations with my
A friend of the elevator a

Here is a brother
Breeze
Contrary to hardships
Suns a swing

High house
One eye
He will track how mom
Where will I go, and

This day
With a twinkle
I will introduce the glorious
I am a cigarette

Crunch ... branches ... oh this smell of heaven
Sadness, summer .... I do not have enough purple color

How little
Those funny
With whom you can just
Chat about the stars

I have
Friends in full
They have a soul
But there is no heart

Hello Moon
White
You are on the washing
It looks like a car

And in it
So funny
I'll quit happily
All your problems