Dreams maniac

< Felix Komarov



Everything will be with you not like other,
Others I forgot as soon kill you ...
Through the teeth proshepchesh unnecessary name,
And threw the bones toward the fire.

Soul izbolelas for tenderness female
Wounded all heels prostitutes ...
So, where are you, Laura, Gioconda, Francesca ...
Really love poets only deception?

Everything will be with you very differently,
You can not kill me like a pig ...
My knife licking you potrebuesh rum
And skinesh pants in the style of a daring nude.

You'll like burning their bodies,
And you tell me about their dead.
And we'll laugh cute and silly
And blood coined write verse.

We touch the red oil constellations,
And the angel of forgiveness hug dream ...
And in the morning we will make a step towards the abyss of a quiet,
Opened his arms in a broken window