Singer: Restaurateur

A sculptor is alive inside everyone, and he only blinds you.

I fell a hundred times and came back again and again.

The city experienced for the chronically ill, near the bill acceptor
Smells like gold anger - it's the smell of freedom of speech.

On my holiday guests different -
Longing hugs of sorrow and despair take over.
Mountain enough the decay during a waltz,
The joy to come are unable, broken transport.

The glass is half full, Yes, but this is a joke Voland,
In a glass Nassau fate, has us she was with you.

What will teach the life of someone who missed the lecture?

People choke loops seem to me ridiculous pins.
All bonded like a LEGO world
Their parts are joined,
Grooves square in search of happiness.

There are alive, right at the tombstones,
Created, lived and died in the image and likeness.

Make fun of the icons, the icons they worship.

And monogamy does not seem to me to yield,
Among strangers - I don't feel accepted.

And me in the palms of the hands fell honest words, they were much alike,
I could count on one hand.

Easier to cut you off than a smartphone from his face.

I better dirty habit than happiness,
Sometimes closer to me than you'll every.