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Cool starry night, colorful lights of the Left Bank, merciless wind from Khuron and crazy driving - if I were offered to mix a cocktail of eternity for myself, choosing the ingredients for its filling according to my taste, as in a good pizzeria, I would probably stop at just this variant ... perhaps, perhaps, would dilute the fragrant smoke of tiny decorative fires in the luxurious gardens of the suburb with the piercing smell of pine needles, fresh grass and rotten last year's leaves.

And I again went in the opposite direction, but in the opposite direction without you.

But I didn't say anything, let it dance

Now it is light ...

They lie inside you!

Amazing activity. Why are they smoked? For nicotine, drag on. You need to accustom yourself to the aroma so as not to cough. To watch the smoke fly? No. Cigars are smoked to be the person who smokes cigars.

Past? For the most part, it is smoke, a thick fog of subconscious events that must be dispeled in order to remember something useful.

Glory has long brought a smile from the sages; it is something, nothing, a word, an illusion, a smoke, and depends more on the style of the historian than on the name that a person leaves behind.

Over the sleepless river.

Take that word,
Squeeze, thicken.
Let it go downwind like smoke.
Take it and let it go like a butterfly
The light of a lonely star.
For a moment
Your palms
Someone else's heat will be taken.
Happiness always goes to two
And never alone.

- Wonderful. In chains.
- Yep...
- Twisted like a turkey, and all thanks to your doctor...
- Shut up, Goody. I saved your life.
- I kept the situation under control.
- Long-haired simpleton vs. killer robots, I'd know exactly who to bet on.
- If you hadn't betrayed me, I would have won.
- You'd turn into smoke and ashes.
- Ha...
- And it would scatter into small laughing pieces settling in the cups of the spectators.
- What nonsense. Ha...
- Oh it started again. I haven't laughed in a long time!
- But hehe... you're amusing me, gray-haired old man.
- Guard, he laughs again. I can't be locked up with a laughing person.

will do!

In the haze the evening sun will flash to me,
Factory siren like,
Sharp, gentle... I stand at the end.
I'd rather wait a bit here.
Tired on the road, tired,
I would have gone to the place - if only! -
In the country that has become a haze...
Red smoke that comes from the chimney.

Myself?