Song: Malvina

Pierrot wrote about it, not to remember evil against me.
Piero took to drink and died on Vyhino,
fucking in the kitchen-the five-storey building,
obviously knowing about the tragedy of our.

Apathy toward everyday life.
It feels as if the temperature in the bed:
most want to be uncovered, rather than something to change.
And in each dream back in the summer
clutching envelopes of lucky tickets.