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Ludovico einaudi melody - una mattina

Straight to paradise? No, we cannot

The body is more expensive for us. Fashionable songs of tunes is more and more strict

The faces are being foamed from hedonism.

Sister, will we get humble too?

Or under the gaze of passers -by

Try the other door? A hunting to be close to the views among slurred people ...

Is it really so that the cosmos is so that the rules of life from Telik with you are dictating to us by the businessman?

I know everything is difficult ... Kirenaic did not make it possible

A jump onto the platform nine three quarters,

But what prevents us from killing matter, soaked in a lie?

Shut up, do not betray a demon in yourself! Where will we bring the results of the advantage?

It is already disgusted to me to think that your fucking world has been like a professor for me all these years.

But who will give me the hope that tomorrow I myself will not fall under the feet of a golden body?

It is not difficult to disappear - ask about this those who have long given the right of commander Taurus.

Once there was a protest in him, but did not take out the sweet smell of feed from the hand,

And a knife was hidden in it and he became unrecognizable - spiritual surgery.

Let's play the escape, try on the eyes of the architect. All according to the laws of the house, why.

Start crossing the fibers of the world, we will no longer beat by. We will build

Instead of Favel - Palazzo, instead of the gallery - the Dutch, so that more often “up!”, Like Russell, never even down - to those masses where the philistine's eye will determine this for nonsense.

This is an antibioshock, our fictional “delight”.

... these are chains ...

I feel every round around the body. Shine blinds them.

This is my sad result. Squarey Virshi, the likeness of which is unlikely to write here,

When taking into account what should be expressed by me, sound like silence.

But who are you, on the other side of the screen? Lebeza, what is spending a kilo for a gram?

Or confused, like me, by the norms of a second, jumping between two extremes by a cardiogram?

There will be no truth to death, it will have a reverse side,

The genius will be a nerd, ridiculed by Seraphim. Thought! Lead me!

After all, the name is a search, surname - meaning, this for the sake of I was sent here,

But I do not want to know all your puppies that from the opened truth jumped from the cape.

There would be enough strength to give the shape of a vague principle,

But for now, not a devil, on the out of the day of the future, I go to the ton of the Summer,

But wake up! You are a tidbit behind the walls of your house, you are the thirteenth warrior.

They seem to want to see an individual in you that they are happy to get into their opinion.

Here to think with the limits of space means to be against almost everyone,

But die, not regretting the numbers, let it be your end sardonic laughter.

Knowing everything around, you dream not to go crazy

And someone's life is a fucking focus that turned the fly into an elephant.

And closer to the ear of rumor that the meal is useless

And an ambulance is what the doctor prescribed by the plague,

But my roof is heaven, and space is my walls,

And your Eden Martin is just a miserable asshole.

Organize your white train for black thoughts,

The next station for us will be a new world.

Straight to paradise? It is possible that we can.

The previous idol was simply mercilessly killed, we will do without vain love,

At least for a day, at least for an hour, for a second, burn my human eyes.

Take my hand and don't let go.

We will come across a passerby again. Gaze. A surprised erysipelas.

Something mumbled us, such as "Hello! ... You are so similar!"

And to the question: “What are we doing? What game is this?"

We will smile, move, throw down the phrase: "We fly away ... straight to paradise!"