Разнузданные Волей

Sit side by side. sit closer
Yes Squeeze white patches to the Leaky bag
Strict fret , hush, hush
We iterate over all the strings on a kernel yes

Peregud , overkill.
Yes, I will not understand the conversations ,
Where Russia , where sadness .
We forget - but not soon ,
And when forget , I 'll be back again .

Have time, I recall,
Everything was tailored , but all again blocked the
Just trust me , I only sing
You just sing to me , my dear - I signature.

Thread as hair.
Live like a spike.
Grind spike in spirit and dust blow one chain .
Yes I know , give me a voice.
And I 'll take any shot as your great gift .

Whoever flour - so do not torment
All signs of falling asleep , falling asleep on the move,
Oh, the tears from onions.
After apply the hand ,
And stroke in the sky its newly born star.

Anyone who cuts himself road
Not a blacksmith , carpenter, not you ,
Yes, all one poet .
Anyone who loves , but not in time ,
Anyone who professes so that not only knows.

But I - in shock. Shake hands ,
All are busy poor, but where they
Keep a handful of grain .
Guitar , harmonica ,
Suchem on logs , on their bones.

Evil yes kindness , yes sins
I drag you drag as lush fur !
Perishing with giblets ,
And to me , to the devil , giblets ...

But tomorrow - morning. All over again.
Braid on sharp hoop touchy thread.
To someone , someone feel better ...
Yes solvable , perhaps I would be able to explain everything on the fingers .

Those who flour - so do not torment
All signs of falling asleep , falling asleep on the move,
Tears with onions .
After apply the hand ,
And stroke in the sky its newly born star.

One that close , the one that is higher
Than ringing the bell ringing ...
But where is he? All dark .
Clear view ,
Closer, closer ...
Look out the window - so here it is scattered , your grain.

Above the windows , the roof.
Well, what are you waiting for? Go boldly , take more, more
That high? Closer, closer .
Well here is warmer. You feel hot?
That's it - you feel as hot.