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Sad, yes, sad - well, and * do it with him.
Sadness after all, and I play the game with her.
Having eaten the darkness, I am like a mole — blind;
Sneak through the tunnel, because in the end - the light.

Smoke hung from the ceiling near the chandelier.
On the eve - muzlo, tusa ... Today - garbage and empty.
I was cold to the bone ...
I, like air, need a place under the sun, by the sea on the sand.

I think, "Well, I have to go home."
Back calls to the bro-district bros, longing to the brim.
Mom will cry when she sees her son in the window
And the little boy, saying goodbye, would wave his mother.

I woke up in a sweat evil monster.
I'll do something for you, salt on after, Big Lebowski.
The little boy never learned to be an adult,
I could not pretend to get into the image.

On the day of the "open door" in my mental hospital.
Do not go into my soul, I ask - there is so neh ** ruin -
Nightmares and pain, temperature rushing between forty and zero.
This is being treated, but come on without doctors.

It is not available for the fifth day.
Absurd, but I have a cold, a loss of reason.
Studio and travel bag. Yes, I am a robot! Iron box!
But when you're around, I'm shy and short the wiring.

The city of illusions is huge, cold and sad.
Hand out the window - and catch the snow.
On its head turned everything here,
After all, even good Santa can slip under the tree under ** bku.

The light between the boards on the boarded up windows.
I live between exhalation and inhalation.
In the long corridor between the exit and the entrance,
Between the ceiling and the floor, nonsense and really.

And, like, mistakes learned by heart by me,
But again, I’m feeling sad.
Cons more than pluses.
Smile, but to me ...

Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).

Outside the window black and white drawings.
Twilight, bytovuha, I'm not in the spirit.
The room, cabin, cozy.
The yacht, the bay ... Oh, would rest.

Outside the snow melts, puddles. Dinner between wife and husband -
A boring movie about the fact that they have long been "not soul to soul."
No love, no friendship - hard, but necessary.
Photoshop or dinner?

Slow decay ...
Moscow is in touch, normal flight, have not slept for a long time.
To heaven from home, then [...]
I saw everyone, but I could not remember who exactly.

Downstairs baby rustles ...
Dvizhnyak clumsy teddy bears.
Rustically whining rusty swing.
Life will teach steeper than any textbook how to be stronger.

You're right, the connection with me is failure.
I would like to shove smoothly like a plan, but pru like a tank on a ram.
I want you to sing, I am to you barefoot on the coals, my love ...
Do you even look how sad ...

As if the old courtyard was not recognized by you.
The snow has melted and half the park is covered with yellow leaves.
Never been a coward, but without those who are not ...
I'm sad.

Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).

Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).
Sad, sad, sad, sad (motherf ** ker).

Summer, fly away ...
Summer, go to sleep ...
Summer, fly away ...
Summer go to sleep ...

Motherf ** ker ...

Motherf ** ker ...