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M:

About these strange winter nights, when waking up,
You take off more clothes than wear, came out of the house.
Painfully familiar streets, buildings,
You've seen it all, MR erased from the memories,
Izpolzuya defenses
From the dullness and monotony of life,
To each morning surprised again
Flea market and rudeness stations
Underground.
But, by and large, the problem,
Not that already bothered to try,
And youth spend on the acquisition of wealth,
And the wealth of the purchase of youth,
And days like the city of Leningrad region,
Monotonous ...
No. Just winter
And that says it all

PR:
There are few who are like us,
And we, in general, no one likes.
But let's not upset mothers,
Let's wait for the apocalypse

In:

Each time the first snowflake in October
I lean to your ear and quietly whisper to you
& Quot; Let the winter will never come & quot;
and in the park we burn tires
And a running jump into the puddle
Right clothing
Right in the hope
that the ozone layer will be destroyed
And the sun will embrace us all sides of the spectrum
And come the endless summer
And more and do not have
We will come to admire the half-life of agony
A total of photons
And they themselves will become transparent like phantoms
Just unconscious and incorporeal
Dissecting space and time pilots
Jet metaphysical ships
Let rise time soon
Let the earth, cyclopean ball
It will result in dust and grease
No one is sorry
No one but the heat
But we live on the surface
Against all the rules unimaginable
Conversely tleem
The special part of the time
As heroes of the book Mamleeva