(C) Lisica
Forgotten poems pozabrosheny books about happiness
Blows are not afraid, but only laugh.
In the sun, oil, and dreams of breaking storm,
And all that was forgotten to return stronger than a
hundred times Enhanced by time, but unworthy of excitement
Despising myself, but still wishing, loving,
Over a silly soul laughed through her tears contempt
Smashed against a rock? Well, rightly so, since blind ...
And empty jar of a warm beer
Crushed the life ... It is a pity to throw away ...
In his pocket, and go hurriedly put
One ... Away from their own stupidity. In the night ...
[Rest In Peace]
