And it will not have time ... Bashny.Net

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And it does not have time on the trams,
and in the bottom of the barrel pocket not sweep a handful of taxi.
She ran to the current used saliva as a running greyhound,
would fly swan vozhachku overtake the pack,
ladoshechnoy on the map to find your flazhochek paths,
just feet are not the same, and the wings were covered, you know,
under the sands of the fallen fortresses feathers of gray hairs ...
A change in the subway tokens on a rusty slogan,
I'd rushed to you on the branches, but in the throat soured motto.
We are fed from a teaspoon of blood prose,
any rebellious quietly preparing bundles of rods,
suitsidnikam in distant thoughts have to file a cornice.
A juggler white chess folk in store for his trump card, -
as the queen fly black with white crown down.
Some of the reasons of policy, death, holes in the asphalt,
from a rather big difference in the thickness of our white skin.
Faded print on the dry ground sheet guarantees,
and I want to shout: "I just izrante,"
not to fear eats that you stood on the former not like.
I got used to you without reservation, by: "Do not shoot!"
If I knew for sure I have you in the deep trenches waiting ...