молодой уч. loc-dog

I'm young , current juice drink in my blood boils
pribolet not have a head, there can not be chёrtom
bring peace with black thoughts
Yes, and we must be ready to beat the muzzle
do the right thing , how much sooner
marble calm
I do not know , and think scary
to cry on beauty - Spit to the waist
is not clear, and the notion to leave , but the benefit to
and until the young - it is necessary in the fight
old man on his hand not a tribute to the debts ,
and care as we are
all on her shoulders, reckless
and let us be silent until the time is?
No, I will dvizhkovat so
to become a book later
and by the way there and also text
not without the music of the Life and Customs
for tutoshnih and there the , the souls are not old

and remember , though not as the multiplication table
not as the alphabet, not tie
as a friend , to which the faces of respect
as a normal Patsykiv

I'm young , and apparently my essence will live on
Some , unfortunately, fallen off , others - broke
Taxes , logins, passwords , society, economy
runs in Batin office grew as the thermometer ,
Yet that is cracked , mercury poisoned accidentally
he zamokril his boss took suffocating
she was blowing bubbles , all zyrili , now it is the main
fauna, Herostratian Glory - here it is
I do not agree - trash , but at the same time
and fucked their discordant march
so do not want to take today just disappear
three days under her windows sharyus sober, inhale the abyss
where they climbed , there and climb, I would have time to places
which were shared with my family
and all the offense they do not give
and the rest spread out to you in the texts