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"Laughter and her breed", that's what my Judas used to tell me,

Sweet fashion, to be a lizard in feathers, to listen as if in ears, the bastard pours oil with a lump of power

From the zones of TV boxes, radio, sensors, he tramples her on me with his boots, trying to achieve,

Hell, it won't work, to choke a boy, with a rifle on his neck, with a smile on his face,

He tries to love her with these faces, to tears, under summer drinking,

People's will, for freedom the police, with stern children, and gentle ladies

Check to you-! Her laughter and breed! Sin to you! Note... on notes, on sleepers, on sofas, in details, on wires from the skin of who survived not a bitch,

Are you silent? Here's a chord for you at the end, sleep, drunken faces, all like you you love, wine dissolves boredom. forgive me. but I kept it for myself.