I broke my head long ago about the angle of the hard ark of the new, crumbled in spirit from scaring the dead,
They drove a ram into my cage and proskvozilo soul, withering in the dust I, in wounds, in spitting.
Here on the bridge at the edge of the abyss, I mend my loins, I swallow the air that has been diluted with benz,
Paly on the sides in the ranks of the dumb druzhina, drove into the waste of waste, the sun I pray we leave to us.
And the world beats the drum and pours sparks into mugs, the currency is tired, that's the story for a long time.
In a smoky coat, in the ruins of mourning promises, drawn by vomputations, I search for a profiled cartridge.
My autumn breathes into my face, my ears and eyes are closed, and not a beggar is simple,
I swallow yellow drooling, burnt everyday life, but all around me I see everything and I hear, my partner.
Tell us, what's the point, if you have money for cartridges, there's a bit of food for food, too,
Somewhere maybe, but we do not see or forgot us people, as it were so to us to become muddied, to have dinner and fall asleep.
The drowsiness of the dilapidated eye sockets, where drowsiness, a measured nervous process as a coma.
Monotonously, roses bloom, the crown settles.
The bones are not yet bitten in the hands, the nails are young, only the earth does not carry much
Their tracks will be replaced, sanded with sand, flowers for names, here com.
And I'm here to stay, I'm one of the millions who banned the bans
Confused in the arrows among the intimidated locks, pinched by the squirrel, I long ago saw the light.
Tasted like an adult donut, saw tears wipe Mama like
Halls of court, cash and food, who, blah, in the answer for the boys, what is there dying from the tube, eh?
I do not understand all the precons, can one also believe purely as icons to me in the ass?
Is it true that I was sinful that I did not fall like that in my legs, did not beat my forehead?
That I believed in the temple, not in them? A miserable ragged world.
I do not shy, bro, or maybe you're smarter, tell me how to live in the world of adult barbers?
Prosvyati Emelyu, which is now harder: how to spend on Christmas Eve or the child to baptize without money?
And destined to remain silent, do not disturb so that the owners of the lord's shoulder, the white noblemen of the noble
In addition to the Hippocratic oath, we will be asked to go to x * y, if we do not put the numbers in the paw.
And this glitches or I see? How to milk the Aesculapius grandfathers, old women immobilized.
It's not funny, my dear, it's not "Interns", shame is exorbitant! Oh, s-ka, I hate you all ...
Well, that we're the grandfather of a brave cockade, surprised that there is no victory? Today the swastika on the desks
I myself, I hardly lied to you, today we do not have medals for pawnshops - for pawnshops.
And this is a brief priming, you raise the right to raise your eyebrows, think: "Nagakkal, like a dog!"
I cried here with the additive, at once and about everything, yes, even though so! The main thing is that the dog is a double dressing.
My time will go away, if it is, in general, because sometimes I do not understand just live here why,
But if there is love and light, which is not enough, then in the name of such a drag on life a gray cross for the honor.