Текст песни Tw1nK-OdesSa Слава Городу Герою - Город остался в прошлом

And every day as random sketches,
The intersections of the lines curve with the coordinate axes.
As if after a starring role to play in the crowd,
They pay a penny, which is not pleased.

Every time you think damned days
Circles meeting contours, striking today.
And no way to escape from the trap of the devil,
A fall and thought to be cold.

In contrast, red with each breath,
Book turns into a fan, zhemannichaet, laughing.
And like the roles have become not so bad,
It tightens the plot as in the poems of Burns.

Finally, all the sketches have merged into one,
And all the past was erased from the brain.
I dance like a god, as a whole Tarantino.
And for the best supporting Oscar awarded.