Льёт дождь, А так всё хорошо..." В грязи вечернее пальто. "Прости, но happy end Не получился..."
Поднимаю Чёрный Флаг, Синий рву - capitulation. В этом царстве всё не так. Ночь милей. С безумной гейшей. My friend did not believe in miracles Pushed the goods from the wheel. The other went All-in, Crossed himself.
And the third in the May storm Fell in love with a bitter tear, Then went into himself And lost.
And everyone knew - it is forbidden, But no, I played my Kino, Cross arms outstretched Became off the knee.
Only downcast eyes, To know where the leg rises And out in the field No replacement.
In the industrial clouds One of LOVE's angels in years I prayed on unsung horses. Gad!
The other did not know with whom the arrow On the black odd - two wings. In the last Spleen set ... Got mad
Pour bagir milk, I'll hide the little kimono. "" Hello! Mom. I settled down.
It is raining, And so everything is fine ... " In the mud evening coat. "Sorry, but happy end Did not work ... "
Raise the Black Flag, Blue ditch - capitulation. This is not the case in this kingdom. Night mile. With a crazy geisha.