Текст песни письма одиссея - ВАЗ-1919

we went with his wife to the reenactment festival
the heat was unbearable, my mind has crawled separately from the body, like the nagual

praise all the gods have agreed to lift our class enemy
I am a White Guard, he red scum and bloodsucker does a fool,

but it's particularly matter floated and flowed into the white-headed

it is important that he agreed completely and frets his zabesplatno door opened, as if to say to me "hello"

Lada was slim and bizarre, like a member of the party

Red was modest and pleasant in conversation, leaving no chance for us to dislike
 
a couple of words about the present, recon, a couple of stories about the event

then we talked about music, and now he was not a bastard, and we had friends

my eyes met his, and then notice the coat of arms

the Soviet Union on the dashboard, and then immediately in me wakes Serb

then I see hanging from the rearview mirror small Kolovrat on elastic rope

and the nagual behind two meters beige flies crawling and roars from this type of beluga

I gather slowly consciousness in order to bend and his wife

my love talking quickly took out the camera, my dear friend fighting

such a magical picture I say more magical to stay in place unless at the gates of paradise

you see the sweatshirt with the Soviet Union map, the Soviet coat of arms and Kolovrat

then I turn have to ask the driver to say I am of course very guilty

but still interested in Do not touch to you comrade Daedra Sheogorath

the combination is quite unusual and I would say to each other directly contradicts

I was taken aback even more after his laconic reply,

He smiled, looked me in the eye and said that he was all right

Five minutes later I was looking at nothing until he came to me on his knees and began to purr my nagual

Perhaps that day I learned Russian Zen
Perhaps that day I learned Russian Zen
Perhaps that day I learned Russian Zen