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(0.55)

Today is the best evening to admit love

But thoughts out of my head, I am going around them, try to say, but alas, I have chosen not that moment,

I was what I was, and you know me how the whole world does not know,

And in the eyes I will only read yours - "less than three"

(1.10)

I propose a bet, because it’s easier to persuade this, but again you are silent, I have to say again,

To smooth out an awkward pause, I touch you the same, you do the same

We are leaving to the bottom of the bustle of the city

We dissolve in the convulsive dance of night darkness,

(1.25)

Our trailer is in the distance, we consider the number on the ticket in the hope that there will be "less than three",

this happens to me, but you will fall 0 or 1,

We are going, silent, I observe cross -sections in the sky from the light of the moon,

So early today it got dark, and there are no nine on the clock,

(1.40)

We approach "you" like a Peter on the street, because all the lanterns are broken,

You squeeze my hand, cling closer

We reached the door to the touch

I calmly walk around the apartment, I am looking for what to open it,

open the balcony, at the thirteenth wonderful view,

(1.50)

Further standard, in the morning only I spend to the door, with questions to me:

-My repent or maybe you will call me back?

I got used to the half -asleep, straightening my glasses, not opening my eyes almost,

You are not mine, I am not yours, I say, and we will not be with us - "less than three."

(2.05)

In a week in a taxi, I am alone

my head is leaning, on the glass, I see myself in the reflection of the evening-burning windows,

I try not to think that after less than three,

less than three dies the last, leaving nothing and disappeared like smoke,

(2.20)

SMS on the phone, -go, get rid of, we need to talk so,

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I clean the iCloud 9th time a day, ignore life,

I integrate a bed of subcortex to less than three.

(2.35)

Without turning off the bribbors, I select words, they amaze all goals,

You amaze me, against the backdrop of faded lights, your silhouette,

I forget about almost everything, I am only distracting for a while,

less than three run away reflecting in the mind of the roar of the shooter, (2.50)

(3.30)

From love to hatred - less than three steps, trying to preserve it, I erased the soles, ragging back,

On the clock forever, 13 time froze, taking my debts forever 17,

I was lost in that labyrinth that I built myself

(3.45)

I pulled out the sheets from the notebook, in the hope that when I return back - I will re -amend \ Correct,

But time mercilessly slowed down, then accelerated, the arrows were erased, I saw pitfalls, but I considered myself a diver,

other people's mistakes never inspired me, I drove the knitting needles under my nails more than once to clearly understand what I was wrong here,

And often he set himself in those situations where he deliberately pushed people from himself, but people did not return,

(4.15)

Yes, the labyrinths of their heads struck to those states when there is nowhere to go, only the open spaces in front of me are endless,

There are no turns to the right or right,

I was left without anything or returned to what I started?

(4.25)

Tell me the truth, again I wander in four walls, throwing paper on the floor, I play the poet,

I lost a little more than I acquired for all that time, less than three, this is not just a story,

I'm completely in this

I drink the last thing that worships, I am a dinaging my soul, today is not bad, but tomorrow I am almost sure, it will be worse,

It almost changed, on the soul of the cold, on an airplane a mobile phone, a insomnia at night, the same mountain ash is outside the window.

(4.55)

I did not reach the point, having lived more than one book, we diverge again, everything is fine - when there is no third of the extra,

The logical conclusion by himself from the life of life, less than three, but more (than everything I saw) anything when it comes to life,

I can’t find a way out, in the labyrinths of Daedal from the beginning, to the credits, where I suspect there will be no names and will not be a mistake,

My film will end under the noise of my favorite plate, against the backdrop of a mountain ash awarded with birds (- less than three.)