Месяца

Smoke settles on your eyelashes
We have seen what others do not see
In the eyes of needles .
Often it is necessary to pussy ,
But in this business work laws of physics. Among blyadina I in down jackets winter .
Look for me on Twitter, as Medvedev ,
I write there garbage , now I write to the beat .
Can score
You can forget about you ,
Last time we fucked in November
And I remember the first snow fell .
And you're smiling in a dream , and I looked at the wall ,
And in the area told me, ' I made ​​you ! "
Then you got dressed , I remember your body ,
When looking for salvation , you are also burned in this fire .
Who has not pulled away , he became a nobody,
I trample sneakers principles polimerovyh dummies !
And you leave footprints on the heels of the heart,
You hands tearing soul , sprinkling her spices.
I do not fucking poet, but these scribbles on notebook sheet for many is simply the law on the tin .
This is not a song , it trechok for terrain
Sharpening for those who are not in focus.
You're like a lotus flower water down the murky swamp,
After all, love makes even prostitutes to be proud !

You'll be the 298th message , not read me ,
Pussy to me with whom you are and how you
For you I am not available, in a coma,
Let's bury the pseudo- love .
But before I was different,
Hypertrophied treat you ...
Exhale smoke.
Sometimes ebashit chest
Then hung at his dacha in berry
You type on X5- ohm,
But we pulled magnet -
Reconciled , trailed and swore
hugs to the techno - trance.
You what was perceived , but is not
Who punched me through pedovyh majors and bodies.
Sweeps blizzard , blowing past.
I'm young and cold
To the holes not jammed yet their sneakers,
I think the space for house -electro
svastalsya ? ?
The ringing metropolitan meet the dawn,
Cn someone changes in search of a miracle.
Delirium.
And you're in my head,
Few lines about you on a white sheet .
I'm in your playlist on repite .
Remember burned my photo
In response to this I sebalsya to another,
You thought so , slowly, without the pale fouled whether his first , whether there with some other
I slowly poebyval your girlfriends.
I do not need the warmth of your hands , you're no different from anything these playful bitches.
Do not hold on you evil, but in the past I will not return -
This impasse,
The road rose petals
Littered with those who remained a man , to experience a taste of true love .
It's not me , and not you,
It's not me , and not you,

Months burning blue flame ,
I was forced to believe in these rules .
Forgive me for the truth , but love is poisoned ,
We killed it on the stages of life !
Months burning blue flame ,
I was forced to believe in these rules .
Forgive you for the truth, because love is poisoned,
We killed it on the stages of life !