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I am well
< Dana Lot
... I feel good at the bottom of my river.
I have oxygen and Ah - no need
. I do not need zavtrak.I lunch - no need
. Especially - taxi / Dating / dinner /
duty fuck ... And even fins
There is no need, than the trunk - a parrot,
-asfalt back and sails - the tram ...
I feel good at the bottom of my river.
... And do not try looking in depth,
cry hysterically to the conscience utopshey -
and stomp nervously legs shivering,
mumble something ... (something - about spring)
and stick beat of the waves ...
forgive me for my kind of loose soaked
(But how beautiful-these bubbles! ...)
I feel good at the bottom of my river.
... Poverte- me not a bit sorry
stay here in the company's objects,
once drowned: pistols,
the offender ...
skates rusting on the feet skater ...
empty bottles ... torn purses ...
holey socks diverse ...
and key from a broken heart /
car / safe / home / garage ...
under the knife ... liver climbs
jagged pieces of some tissue
and balls, departed - from Tanya ...
... We all lie, chatting and joking,
at the bottom of passing into oblivion,
subject to the wondrous metamorphosis ...
not plagued no spleen or heels ...
I feel good at the bottom of my river!
And you have time - you sing cell.
... I feel good at the bottom of my river.
I have oxygen and Ah - no need
. I do not need zavtrak.I lunch - no need
. Especially - taxi / Dating / dinner /
duty fuck ... And even fins
There is no need, than the trunk - a parrot,
-asfalt back and sails - the tram ...
I feel good at the bottom of my river.
... And do not try looking in depth,
cry hysterically to the conscience utopshey -
and stomp nervously legs shivering,
mumble something ... (something - about spring)
and stick beat of the waves ...
forgive me for my kind of loose soaked
(But how beautiful-these bubbles! ...)
I feel good at the bottom of my river.
... Poverte- me not a bit sorry
stay here in the company's objects,
once drowned: pistols,
the offender ...
skates rusting on the feet skater ...
empty bottles ... torn purses ...
holey socks diverse ...
and key from a broken heart /
car / safe / home / garage ...
under the knife ... liver climbs
jagged pieces of some tissue
and balls, departed - from Tanya ...
... We all lie, chatting and joking,
at the bottom of passing into oblivion,
subject to the wondrous metamorphosis ...
not plagued no spleen or heels ...
I feel good at the bottom of my river!
And you have time - you sing cell.