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Time water, give up a brother, this is nonsense

Minutes flew away into the distance

The lamps were burned out, in pairs, her eyes knew the truth

But without the wind, the sailboat will remain with the harbor

Wait for the very team, give the mooring

And dissolve in the fog, surrender irrevocably to the ocean

Yes, she seduced the soul, but is it necessary to cut the ropes?

I opened the horizon of love, killing me in places

So we will leave how you wanted

Each type in their places

And I'm tired of the flame to edit photos

Melt cropal consciousness, letting drops of memory into the blood

Drink the eyes of an angel who did not allow himself to know

Fucking, those words are only ashes, bitch sounds of urban

In stereo mode, so let's mix the whore

And the oaths of fidelity forever, and I will fuck nostalgia

Hysteria about nonsense, I forget my eyes

Directly proportional to their own slides

Probably psychopath and incurable to my abnormal

Moments could collect our film in the film

Do not stop the series of the whole pseudo -lover

Could not save sparks, and before the pussy

I probably fucking, write about this nonsense

I will throw your image in the urn already

There will be no more loud phrases for the hundredth time

I'm not writing for you anymore

And to breathe in the air of the city of our tears (x2)

Man as a cigarette, bad comparison

But we smolder over time, warm me

Take the share of fun, not everything is lost

Although he is strangled by love interspersed with intoxication

Darkening in the eyes, pulse, then fear

On the scales of the pole of love, or rather its ashes

What remains of us is only pity

I pressed on the feet, wait, I'm gasping

Although I don't care already, I was fucked up

Lose consciousness with grams, stacks

How many times have you taken happiness?

And your three words are not worth

From the outsider, I often sew up

For hours analyzing the minus and thoughts in the texts

Familiar places without you, but I'm strong

And you are sweet, but still not the same as before

Beautiful? Yes, really not mine

Dumb scene, after forget in bed

Cocktails of your emotions, portions of doubt

Eclipse of the Sun, that is, you, believe me

After the guys, we’ll be covered with the fall, the fall again

With every week you touch the spikes of the plant

And you are still a bitch, you like to play on the nerves

Sorry ZAO, these words will be the last

You need actors, and I'm from a different category

But all the same, I have learned a lesson in love

A sip of whiskey with a brown, pulse in Kopal, but accelerated

It all started at school, I called this stage love

You are unlikely to remember that note with three words

Although you keep on a shelf like a secret, or memory

Honestly, I have something to change in the bastard

But let's call if anything is in touch

And I'll go for now

And you don't give a reason, call yourself a whore

-Allo, yes?

-Alo

-Yes

-Hi

-Hi

-How are you?

-Ah is good, and who is it?

-Well, now I am talking to?

-And you call?

-Who?

-Who are you calling?

-Well here is number 8903 .......

-And there is

-Do there is a pussy, and with whom do I say now?

-With me

-With whom?

-With me

-With you? Yes fucking dude, I realized that with you

-Alo

-Ano, hello Bambi, how are you?

-Where do you need Nikit?

-What does it mean what I need, I just called you, I am forbidden to call you?

-Well done, what?

-This is forbidden to call you?

-Well, I have nothing to talk about with you

-I'm sorry, what?

-Where do I talk to you about?

-Yes, something was impatient with what to call

-I got fine, thanks, how are yours?

-Cool. My? Not so bad. I just wrote a song. Generally the most shitty song that is connected with you

-Hm, what do I need to answer this in your way? Well done?

-Well yes, tell me, at least well done. Well, figure out, if everything was folded, you can get a couple of albums at once

-What you said?

-By is shorter than nothing, another dude is waiting for you there

I will throw your image in the urn already

There will be no more loud phrases for the hundredth time

I'm not writing for you anymore

And to breathe in the air of the city of our tears (x2)