Oh yeah

< Misha Campfires



You are so good, so perfect - at the sight of you, getting cold heart,
Active feels inferior.
You revel in the power, the glory,
In the "blue eye" is called "left" - "right"
. Infinitely compensating provincial motives,
Snake crawling upstairs further prospects.
I smoke at the site,
I find it funny what sweet smoke ...
What luck have to do with ... "tudym - syudym".