Игла - А легкие дымом испачканы
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And the lungs with smoke are stained,
And the throat of pale vodka
Washed like a laundry room
Yes, it dries on a rope

I, yes we are going to the villages of summer cottages
Black nails from the ground
We live one stagnant
That tomorrow will be better today

And all attempts are spent
All the passwords are forgotten
We go to the fold
Smol the grass in the grass 

And roll back my fingers
Remember a smile
If suddenly machine gunners
The bullet will catch me up


Lost in the middle of the fog from the crowd of black huts
In these streets, pockets will not find me until tomorrow
We are blind and stupid, we only go to the smell
To become a little happier to whom to bring a deposit?

This morning I ran into a mirror on a psychopath
He cursed and giggled, calling me a bastard
I laughed in response to him, saying that there was a mess
That we will not find a connection with him, being so ordinary with smoke, they are stained with smoke
And the throat of pale vodka
Washed like a laundry room
Yes, I dry on the rope, yes we go to the villages of summer cottages
Black nails from the ground
We live one stagnant
What will be better tomorrow today