Author of quotes: Alena, The Malinovsky

The eternal problem of background-
Everything seems wonderful and simple
But in life, too many allegories.
Illusions will melt like smoke.
The eternal problem of poslevkusii-
The sweetness is terribly bitter.
Through a swarm of empty emotions and discussions
The result of one. Almost certainly
In fact there is only one scenario
Adapted the plot:
Teetering always on the brink
High-profile defeats and victories

simply break the wires to not wait for the answer
get out of the house and if b is to forget the phone
here again now it's summer and I can't sleep till dawn
the question "how are you?" - consider bad

if you do not think about the past - in principle tolerably
the world consumption again come on all living
it is a pity that we came to their senses too late
Time fled and we have become dumb

we're desperate eternity is not like
in the end, it happened that every man for himself

- How do you think they've choked? - drinking a fourth Cup of tea I asked
- Don't know ... - you shrugged and you will get another mug?
- No, - I shook my head at him - not anymore I guess, well, if you like - from the ears exactly run streams...
Pour grievances tea - it was a strange idea...
on the other hand - well, not alcohol, he his resentments only grow and become stronger...
In any case, the tea is better, perhaps, than to find out who is right and who is not
Delicious for sure, and if you close your eyes you can see the tea lake, as in the TV
even with the noise of extraneous thoughts...
You looked at me very seriously and held out the candy:
- Well, it's time to launch the first boat.

Life is like a circus and we are on the stage
Consider the fallen leaves of the calendar.

tell me about me
and around the haunted rumors
on the trail after a long separation
tell me about me
I shall describe my life
because you have so neatly out

And it seems the sky and sea bored
Not at each other. On the horizon
They're used sometimes met
However, pretend you don't remember

this is just an excuse to sleep inside
concealment from someone unknown to the eyes
to dump the calendars
spit out of the pack finished phrases

I would forget that you are, once and for all
Not remember no jokes, no gestures, no spoken words...