Smokes no less than Winston,
Drink no less than Holsten,
Later comes to visit,
Doesn't ask questions,
Asks for nothing,
It is not necessary to promise the sky.
You all will sing the pain, although he wrote only one,
Souls thrown understand - they are trampled down is the bottom.
We were the last, and probably our time is up.
We're like a couple of rare insects under glass.
We studied the microscope curious minds
Our souls in their tweezers, we are quite doomed.
Without commas, you hurry, hurry to love.
Under the vanity is selfish of us tomorrow may not be...
If anything if would have been if we.
If loved even so, even as hard
It is possible to love hear, it is possible!
It is necessary to forgive everything that has cooled down.
There is no past, the past was.
And to repeat, and repeatable
If you want to uncontrollably.
It is difficult to endure, just to leave,
But you have to love to continue.
To understand it - not enough to measure
To take - you have to believe.
The intertwining of bodies in his ear sweet nonsense
Touch of lips and hands all night-the dawn
Another week of inactivity bouquet and going out the window
You'll call, but not the subscriber
I'm sorry, goodbye it's all over.
Your whole life
Trying to impress your friends
But after death
What's next?
Money, Power, Fame
A cool job nice clothes
But after death
Where will all that go?
Sorry that I don't draw,
I'd like to...
... to draw your hands to read your thoughts,
Not to think about the sounds, don't remember the numbers
To tell you the hundreds - and not very funny -
Too long today, tomorrow will be shorter...
All the time without me
All the time that heals...
And goodbye to the view
You on the shoulders
Leave to heat
Will leave a mark on the roof...
Today I left
Haven't you heard...
