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Red Rose...

The costume is black ...

I keep in my memory wardrobe

Folded neatly, not wrinkled

Your red dress ..

In my dreams I go down here

Where, I'm glad to faces

In black sneakers, I experience all moments as in the matrix.

All mine is here, beloved

The real world fade like that

That, I definitely would not choose

Red tablet.

I am and here at the bottom of the glass of red

Not bad, long ago,

Reality does not attract

Moreover, I found out that I was not elected there.

Red - black patterns on the sheet

White. What suffered just like that

From a showdown of my consciousness, with my heart,

Where the result is one, my thoughts about us

Place in the Gigaigers.

I found it like that.

I commanded that.

I am God in this world. Remember?

I am the best

And what should I be modest here?

I am here, plus all the girls wish me,

But...

This is a world where I squeeze the hands of only one hard ...

In your hand, hold, fool, hold, hold, hold and do not let go!

"Hold"

And then I wake up ...

Tie

Red-black bauble, on the brush,

I remember I asked before before bedtime, "Please do not dangle!"

Was all in a black suit

In the hands of a red rose,

Buried this feeling

In vain, late.

Bright red cars of cars and

Where the asphalt stomp black tires,

Perhaps above Almaty, at the foot of the mountains,

Again

I know, for sure, inhaling, somewhere here lives

My love...

And I just need to breathe

To understand that feelings are alive.

Not a step will not be taken back now

I am configured. I rush like that

What, as if on the red Air Force, is a girl

But

User, limited access to his page ...

And I get out of bed again, Monday, the weekend is hiding

With the anthem.

I'M Feeling Drunk and High.

This time I got out of Tusa a little matured,

I am not sad.

I accepted the severity that gives tobacco,

Mixed with mine that inside and

I released smoke.

Let go.

Now there is only cleanliness

Let everything say that it polluted the lungs.

I get out of the bottom of the glass

To accept your gaze warm ...

And say hello ..

I was cured of drug addiction.

And also from alcoholism.

Look...

That is, listen

Quite sober. There is nowhere right. I'm telling you. I love..

Sorry. I forgot that you already have a "young man".

Sorry.

I forgot that everything is fine there.

My feelings are red. Yours are black. But this is good. If only not white. If only it doesn’t matter. Right. Hate me and then step and op ..

But while I am here, I will be left alone, with a guitar, on which I can’t play anyway, but let it stand here, for the sake of the atmosphere, a cozy room, I won’t open wine, I’m waiting for a guest, right? I reduced the volume of music, I expect knocking in this room ...