boy with icy eyes
easy to publish
In Russian rock my sighs
Melt like sugar in tea.
you at the desk on dosroke
before God to answer.
In this plane of incidence
My Butusov from the column,
As a last oblivion
forgotten in color film.
It seems to curse,
You have been chosen, but I'm on takeoff.
I pull the dress
and coloring the face.
you in the worlds of-spaces-in vain!
I'm on air express.
I again draw your
Nenevestnaya bride.
I meet the Prince of the South.
He, like you, in a scarf was born.
I pray to her friends,
you to tell me not a dream.
May 13, 2010 at 0:39
Melt like sugar in tea.
you at the desk on dosroke
before God to answer.
In this plane of incidence
My Butusov from the column,
As a last oblivion
forgotten in color film.
It seems to curse,
You have been chosen, but I'm on takeoff.
I pull the dress
and coloring the face.
you in the worlds of-spaces-in vain!
I'm on air express.
I again draw your
Nenevestnaya bride.
I meet the Prince of the South.
He, like you, in a scarf was born.
I pray to her friends,
you to tell me not a dream.
May 13, 2010 at 0:39
dedicate two of the most wonderful man of my dreams.
I'll
forgotten so easily, and boundless,
bathed in tears -
Now to rest.
Today May.
fell out of love with excellence, but gently,
I am now covered in diamonds
But not with you forever.
This sweet and tart,
You're as beautiful as before,
And probably time
You will not spoil.
I do not drink spirits
And I believe in the "on",
I want to lose weight,
as a model escort.
I want to area Soho,
Where are all different,
I'm from the world of some
figure is not yours.
one second to breath
swallowed languor -
And once realized -
love is not two.
Hairy sounds,
Farewell weekdays.
Again, I'm out
Without him on the ledge.
I love these brown,
voice and hands.
and hide like a shadow
Among the red wings.
I'll
forgotten so easily, and boundless,
bathed in tears -
Now to rest.
Today May.
fell out of love with excellence, but gently,
I am now covered in diamonds
But not with you forever.
This sweet and tart,
You're as beautiful as before,
And probably time
You will not spoil.
I do not drink spirits
And I believe in the "on",
I want to lose weight,
as a model escort.
I want to area Soho,
Where are all different,
I'm from the world of some
figure is not yours.
one second to breath
swallowed languor -
And once realized -
love is not two.
Hairy sounds,
Farewell weekdays.
Again, I'm out
Without him on the ledge.
I love these brown,
voice and hands.
and hide like a shadow
Among the red wings.
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