Текст песни atramentaria - выдохшийся фломастер
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Я настолько потерян, что я даже не знаю, зачем это всё Вам рассказываю. Илюха, друг, сведи эту хуйню, пожалуйста, здесь мне уже тошно жаловаться.
Музыка: Item Caligo Inside every man is hiding a palette of paints of different colors, a lot of dark colors, lots of light, a rainbow - a convention, no more, their pupils, we can discern a certain number of colors. Such is the way of life, living in the same system, but at the same time, the system creates a unit that illuminate the path of his smile. And clean their actions they add new colors to the palette. I am writing this in the whole spine. I looked into her eyes, and live a little easier. Let not mine, let him light up the way for others, I do not like and I do not need. Yes you need, do not bullshit me. Complain included already in the habit. Then I gave up drugs, I'm still not associated with it, but last summer, lost in our urban avenues, every minute I recognized, I love you. In fact, I do not know how to love, how do not know how many, and in this all my pectoral cross. I exchanged, confused, and I dried up very exhausted flomik that rolled under someone else's bed. Around one only dust down carpet. You do not have to use a different time and metaphors. I and so every night I come home from work and stick his face into the floor. Let a cheek and not carpet and laminate, but I never have the feeling that my life before I was guilty of something. This is necessary so muck of their childhood dreams, then I promised my mother I never smoke. Now and cigarettes, but there is something worse. Sadness that devours the soul. Hence, I fall into jealousy, into anger, then rolls the dice every day, but I find the air teeth. I just want to at least feel something. Soon September will come to his native village, his grandfather's wear boots, I walked a little in them and collecting mushrooms. Sit down at your favorite tree. It would be nice to finish this text that I with thee, to do something. But no. I have with him a warm blanket, soft bread and a thermos of tea. And if so happened to distribute donated her notebook offers a handful.
I was so lost that I do not know why all this tell you. Ilyukha, each, bringing the garbage, please, here I'm sick to complain.
Music: Item Caligo
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