замкнутость 8 - накрыло
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In the glass echoed, sect of September
youth cannot be exchangeed back
Words are nonsense to paste
I'm already in this society on the elbow
so long ago that what was no longer important
covered with a blanket as a wave of surf
I don't fit into the gray landscape
And I don't know where to attach myself

I love you life
for understanding your deceit
this is a thread on the finger
And thanks to the pressure, everything splates blood
civilization will soon come to an end
trite due to growth limits
This is certainly important
Only laziness
Inner cosmos is more important
It is impossible to do it all to the word
look and there the green snake wraps the bowl
sheds us drops on the mind
The reward awaits us crybaby
She's beyond the maneuver
to the sounds of trance
Evables of romances
These movie sessions are smoked
late at night, I ran
But in the end, I only understood what had to stay
dumb like that
that someone is now fulfilling your dreams
Someone is not you from the planet Earth

In the glass echoed, sect of September
youth cannot be exchangeed back
Words are nonsense to paste
I'm already in this society on the elbow
so long ago that what was no longer important
covered with a blanket as a wave of surf
I don't fit into the gray landscape
And I don't know where to attach myself

not to change yourself
Let's go with me
All we love will be dead
you will change hatred for love
So always before hitting the bottom

You and I have no one to save
He fucked up on the eighth day
there is nothing to scare us for a long time
even time on the clock

Conducting grass with bare feet
Who we became
If from rains were covered with umbrellas
All people are abnormal
just most hides it
Behind your labels
Forgetting over the years
what they were looking for
meaning or just beautiful words
There should be winter in my life
that spring would happen

we invented for those who do not give a shit on everyone
We are alone
We are shared by rooms
Combine wires
And screams for help are not heard
In the courtyard of drunks
And I am a mixture of apathy from the balcony

Why is this country
Among a billion galaxies

Our days are amazed
I have not forgotten what else to die young
Blind the headlights of cars Mark Mir without drugs
--- Take it, do not sorry for the dick

Together with the cattle drinking for breakfast
I don't want to die so much in Russian cities

Run. frozen fingers until spring
They closed into the ribs after which bonfires used to burn. who are you
Without the heat of the monitor
Do not leave me

On the online line
rinse all hung fiction with tide

Let's leave with the downpours with every drop
An important unimportant second
promised halo
Here he is tar
passing fleeting day
Just for you
And so on to the final point,
maybe it's still easier to lov
Even if later after after
after its time
A jerk of a trifle in a pocket, low baritone in the voices of drunks from the yard
syringes on playgrounds,
moth burning on the light bulb
Reincarnation of us
It will also clap his foreheads
More than once
But remember me like that
In forgotten parking lots,
staggering in the wind in the field
for centuries that do not know where dreams,
And where is the reality with his far -fetched grief
And better is the illusions
since all the same we will die