Говорить с богом

Ирке, Аське, Олегу посвящаю сей железобетонный стих.

Дороги зияют пастями люков и ждут
Тех, кто ища удобства, идет поверху.

Song of the day: Múm ” Now There’s That Fear Again ”

Jump of the bridge on our bikes
Float down stream to us
Float down stream to us
Hang onto the steer
To the steer
Float with the noise
With our bikes
Float down stream
I hang onto my bike (to my bike la, la, la)

Give a stale piece of my braids
Float down strangers

Flow and stay
Hang on to the skin and stay

Float with a noise without rhymes
Float down stream
Hang on to my eye to my eye

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