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Seryozha with a bomb falls on the stage, she boils under him, smoke. She shakes under him, sufferer, and he, know, grimaces into the microphone with thirty -two. The rhythm beats his feet barefoot, mints his black head - and the world goes with golden wasp, diamond chips, colored midges. Sergeyich is such a middle name that sorrow evaporates me; I do not want anything from him, but only it lasted and did not be silent; So that he will breathe thanks to us - we, soaked a thousand cubs, so that to the stars, on the ceiling scattered, the fist is abandoned - and suddenly clench; Here he is standing, and the bass trembles under him, they rumble, grumble and rattles.

And this is Lena, my malicious light, an Arab boy, a mocking feature; A tattoo of a flowering twig flows along her neck on her shoulder. She is vanity, she terribly wants to sound from each iron; She is hardly a pioneer, oh no, but her grip is tight. And everyone admires her, ahaya, he builds guesses like an ant - what kind of cunning shines in her eyes, sings in the drawing of her eyebrows; why tin boils inside, breathing becomes harder when she, with her head back, laughs predatory, like Barmaley; Gesticulating birds with a paw, fragrance in half aversion - and you will never comprehend it, do not fit its beauty - by joint, walking, laughter of the former; You will always have to love her and be unable to embrace her mind.

I leave, I greet a new day, January, on the street minus seven, will slobber the sun Paveletskaya, as if he wants to gobble up at all; I stand like a molten stuffed animal, a ray licks moist, the face of Korezh, and not to say that I was not tormented that I am not Lena and not Seryozha. And I want to speak with reprisals, to nod from the stage screaming buzzers - it is annoying to walk unrecognized, unquenchable, unexplored; And I would, eh, collect the balls, and everyone would crowd in my dressing room; But I pick up the words like cubes, until three seven are falling out. Until God turns on the traffic light to me; But no - I’ll go under my username to the forum to God, and there on the forum everyone writes "Lord, help us."

He helps, he does not lie, there are a full hall - for example, Lena or Seryozha, he proved to me completely. And I look around spinning around, and my heart does not know the decay, while Seryozha sings quietly to me while Lena laughs at my phone; While they are rescuing circles from the scene-plubs, I would not have overwhelmed without them, but here is almost the end of January.

One is like a rattle of sea gravel, the other is like a lemon mulled wine.

And so I - just a leaf for health, where you need

Everyone

So -name.