И в каждом сне возвращаешься в лето сжимая конверты счастливых билетов

apathy to weekdays.
feeling as if with a temperature in the bed:
most want to become evident than to change something.
and every dream come back in the summer,
clutching envelopes lucky tickets.
Do you remember? Neighbors called, wrote,
We just vychernuli from the schedule,
every passer-by looked after us.
We have more in this reality is not,
from that moment we just do not exist.
sometimes not be heard and the voice / cry,
in the depths of love choked in blood.
not everyone receives a letter — happy.

But your voice was trembling so much,
not cold, we just played with the nerves,
lymph squeezing the carotid artery, just the two of us
we loved to fly.
by degrees Celsius measured the heart rate,
mg tears and anguish measured.
YOU JUST UNDERSTAND THAT THE DEPRESSION
WITHOUT YOU I COULD NOT LIVE.
simply understand my sadness and grief,
I desperately eager to see you, in kilometers
blood spilled in the asphalt,
clock on a point or the empty bullpen.
Piero drowned in poems or songs,
and I remember kissing on the reverse.
Remember, Malvina, native palm,
Recalls, even under PEROGIDROLYU.

weep more Malvina and Slash hands
Piero took to drink, hanged himself in the bathroom.
Your hair is sparkling in the sun,
but now the depression will lift the spell?
sad people loitering in the area,
empty eyes opened to us the truth,
in empty supermarkets at night and drunk,
seeking only captivates happiness.
away from people, and trains and trams,
sad people we have included songs;
They loved to love and loved ones were,
but Yura, we’re here for a long time squander.
you called on the night and day, and I am sick,
you poured whiskey, and I’m covered in blood,
You tried to rape in the shower,
and I’m just sick and fucking is not needed.

write suicide notes to twitter,
and photo on Tumbler zaley and howl,
forget the sorrow, the shingles pёrpl
knees spilled, but we need a fucking sad.
Piero wrote about it, do not remember evil against me.
Piero took to drink and died on the Vykhino,
fucking-in five-storey Khrushchev,
znav known about the tragedy of ours.

weep more Malvina and Slash hands
Piero took to drink, hanged himself in the bathroom.
Your hair is sparkling in the sun,
but who is now the depression will lift the spell?
sad people loitering in the area,
empty eyes opened to us the truth,
in empty supermarkets at night and drunk,
seeking only captivates happiness.
away from people, and trains and trams,
the moment will come when dumped drunk
from the windows on the dirty asphalt pavement,
crescent broken, a broken fate
you called on the night and day, and I died;
you loved so much, Madame Curie,
you no longer important single gram,
I witnessed the life of the finals, Malvina.

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apathy to weekdays.
feeling as if with a temperature in the bed:
most want to become evident than to change something.
and every dream come back in the summer,
clutching envelopes lucky tickets.
Do you remember? Neighbors called, wrote,
We just vychernuli from the schedule,
every passer-by looked after us.
We have more in this reality is not,
from that moment we just do not exist.
sometimes not be heard and the voice / cry,
in the depths of love choked in blood.
not everyone receives a letter — happy.

But your voice was trembling so much,
not cold, we just played with the nerves,
lymph squeezing the carotid artery, just the two of us
we loved to fly.
by degrees Celsius measured the heart rate,
mg tears and anguish measured.
YOU JUST UNDERSTAND THAT THE DEPRESSION
WITHOUT YOU I COULD NOT LIVE.
simply understand my sadness and grief,
I desperately eager to see you, in kilometers
blood spilled in the asphalt,
clock on a point or the empty bullpen.
Piero drowned in poems or songs,
and I remember kissing on the reverse.
Remember, Malvina, native palm,
Recalls, even under PEROGIDROLYU.

weep more Malvina and Slash hands
Piero took to drink, hanged himself in the bathroom.
Your hair is sparkling in the sun,
but now the depression will lift the spell?
sad people loitering in the area,
empty eyes opened to us the truth,
in empty supermarkets at night and drunk,
seeking only captivates happiness.
away from people, and trains and trams,
sad people we have included songs;
They loved to love and loved ones were,
but Yura, we’re here for a long time squander.
you called on the night and day, and I am sick,
you poured whiskey, and I’m covered in blood,
You tried to rape in the shower,
and I’m just sick and fucking is not needed.

write suicide notes to twitter,
and photo on Tumbler zaley and howl,
forget the sorrow, the shingles pёrpl
knees spilled, but we need a fucking sad.
Piero wrote about it, do not remember evil against me.
Piero took to drink and died on the Vykhino,
fucking-in five-storey Khrushchev,
znav known about the tragedy of ours.

weep more Malvina and Slash hands
Piero took to drink, hanged himself in the bathroom.
Your hair is sparkling in the sun,
but who is now the depression will lift the spell?
sad people loitering in the area,
empty eyes opened to us the truth,
in empty supermarkets at night and drunk,
seeking only captivates happiness.
away from people, and trains and trams,
the moment will come when dumped drunk
from the windows on the dirty asphalt pavement,
crescent broken, a broken fate
you called on the night and day, and I died;
you loved so much, Madame Curie,
you no longer important single gram,
I witnessed the life of the finals, Malvina.

apathy to weekdays.
feeling as if with a temperature in the bed:
most want to become evident than to change something.
and every dream come back in the summer,
clutching envelopes lucky tickets.
Do you remember? Neighbors called, wrote,
We just vychernuli from the schedule,
every passer-by looked after us.
We have more in this reality is not,
from that moment we just do not exist.
sometimes not be heard and the voice / cry,
in the depths of love choked in blood.
not everyone receives a letter — happy.

But your voice was trembling so much,
not cold, we just played with the nerves,
lymph squeezing the carotid artery, just the two of us
we loved to fly.
by degrees Celsius measured the heart rate,
mg tears and anguish measured.
YOU JUST UNDERSTAND THAT THE DEPRESSION
WITHOUT YOU I COULD NOT LIVE.
simply understand my sadness and grief,
I desperately eager to see you, in kilometers
blood spilled in the asphalt,
clock on a point or the empty bullpen.
Piero drowned in poems or songs,
and I remember kissing on the reverse.
Remember, Malvina, native palm,
Recalls, even under PEROGIDROLYU.

weep more Malvina and Slash hands
Piero took to drink, hanged himself in the bathroom.
Your hair is sparkling in the sun,
but now the depression will lift the spell?
sad people loitering in the area,
empty eyes opened to us the truth,
in empty supermarkets at night and drunk,
seeking only captivates happiness.
away from people, and trains and trams,
sad people we have included songs;
They loved to love and loved ones were,
but Yura, we’re here for a long time squander.
you called on the night and day, and I am sick,
you poured whiskey, and I’m covered in blood,
You tried to rape in the shower,
and I’m just sick and fucking is not needed.

write suicide notes to twitter,
and photo on Tumbler zaley and howl,
forget the sorrow, the shingles pёrpl
knees spilled, but we need a fucking sad.
Piero wrote about it, do not remember evil against me.
Piero took to drink and died on the Vykhino,
fucking-in five-storey Khrushchev,
znav known about the tragedy of ours.

weep more Malvina and Slash hands
Piero took to drink, hanged himself in the bathroom.
Your hair is sparkling in the sun,
but who is now the depression will lift the spell?
sad people loitering in the area,
empty eyes opened to us the truth,
in empty supermarkets at night and drunk,
seeking only captivates happiness.
away from people, and trains and trams,
the moment will come when dumped drunk
from the windows on the dirty asphalt pavement,
crescent broken, a broken fate
you called on the night and day, and I died;
you loved so much, Madame Curie,
you no longer important single gram,
I witnessed the life of the finals, Malvina.