Утро. Открытое окно . На подоконнике пепел чей-то сигареты. Я хотел пойти на третью Матрицу в кино, а ты какие-то конфеты. В итоге никто никуда не пошел, Даже в душ... только до туалета. Таков обычный день их жизни грязного эстета.
(с) (Anges - Anges) Whisper, whisper, I walk down the street. Whisper, whisper, I call you to him. In the evening, in the evening we will not die. In the evening, in the evening we will dance.
Step to the left, Step to the right, Step forward and deeper ... Quiet quiet quiet. Step to the left, Step to the right, Step forward and deeper ... Quiet quiet quiet.
Whisper whisper, I'll tell you like Gently put his left You probably think again about it So we are up in the morning - every thought of his
Step to the left, Step to the right, Step forward and deeper ... Quiet quiet quiet. Step to the left, Step to the right, Step forward and deeper ... Quiet quiet quiet.
Morning. Open window . On the windowsill the ashes of someone's cigarette. I wanted to go in the third Matrix movie, and you some candy. As a result, no one did not go anywhere, Even in the shower ... just a toilet. Such is a typical day of their lives dirty esthete.
Step to the left, Step to the right, Step forward and deeper ... Quiet quiet quiet. Step to the left, Step to the right, Step forward and deeper ... Quiet quiet quiet.