Singer: Spleen. Page 1

No one step, can not remember do not cry.

Have you seen this book - read -
It is full of acid dreams and the acrid mist
Now, when your like wings behind
If you're ready to kill someone if they remember the address
my?

All happening in the dark city in the winter.
Two people return home.
Go forward through the falling snow.
And he alone, and no man next to her.

Any string is a scar on the face, the trace of the shard.

The sun shines by cash, last year's snow still lying.

I can't find myself. Places.
Today I was on the Ground. Closely.
I went into the open ocean. Into the darkness.
Only sunken ships. Shadow.

I wanted to turn into a tram
And enter through your window.
The wind is blowing from the suburbs,
We have all the same.

We were born into this world to be happy.
Happiness that we are born this were born.

We were born into this world to read all the books, learn all the songs by heart.

PS. I write to you, write!
Hello to you! You and the baby!
So long to build the temple and to burn for a moment
Just maybe whoever this temple was erected.

Any items will turn into junk
No one remembers who built the temple.
This life is not sugar and not silk
Remember here just who the temple was set on fire.

Writing to you from those monasteries,
Where there are no Windows, no doors.
There is nothing, and honestly,
That is not the monastery.

We sing and laugh like children
We buried on the Nevsky Prospekt.

The autumn was rainy, full of mist.
Keith came by night from the ocean.
We met every night talking.
All this long and vainly kept secret.