[music]
at
i seem out of breath in the wrapper of this
cities on rotten apples my heart
uneven tap dance and stumble
red things are not flabby and no longer
forbidden fruit and went home as your
cozy case that seemed old
Pandora’s box is only suitable for
storage rot
where does billiards play spit and drink it
father commit to hook from on show and
seagulls float above him circling my circle
sea inside
worried as if not tried in this
the box to swim across the ocean they noticeably went to
because the bottom star captain of this vessel sold
anyone with a mirror in front of the playground
hand cut he is pleased with himself one he
strength and sailors do not leave the cabin they
watching the goods everywhere standing here to
the helmsman always remained in the shadows
whether a merchant ship this Taliban excitement
traders for speculators are ready to exchange
a friend on a horse or a fee if that one is not
brings profit talent oh well not
complain pay dues and fees will be
you Chinese victim will not wash away this dirt
water is only a flood and my sea is inside
worried two
lu inside you is incomprehensible ocean I saw
him
he is immersed in weightlessness enveloping
it makes me dope like to write and
write and live empty natra
Alas, I do not know how to swim and therefore I
little by little even in the smallest
from which the lifeline wo n’t help
when a friend pulls a knot on the stone more tightly
pushing off a cliff teach me to swim and
who gave them the right to beat stan by surreptitiously
soul toli number vitalakh words whether
empty words
do n’t you see how they drown in
prison turning into a ballast that in
ruling circles are replaced instead
god on the field go out with food swineherd and
rebuilding of temples began in the barn of
branches or I became a trend for some
common in teddy bears as worshiping little people
with the windows the god must be inside of you and
write not in the words my sea is worried
three
my sea is inside my sea is inside
my sea inside my sea inside my
regret from the inside well see how she
I dry up, please just be quiet and do not scare
birds I was waiting for them man but instead
flies fly around randomly where
stepped over a person can not inside me
the sea is a mud puddle
what do you think well and damn it knows where would i
could be if not all these thoughts
remember not fully grown stocking and sluggish neighbors
these fingers
spotlights operating table womb mothers and
house and retreating station do you remember
hysterical crying and everywhere strings flying along
both sides or so that these are not in vain
face up to a single unfamiliar to me you
do you remember the leaves yellow rihar all
drinking my tune or what what
someone’s gaze so deeply displeased with me
was
and because her pupil dripped ran energy
I played hide and seek and from that the whole cavity
screamed no man with me is not all in
okay i’m more than two hundred where not
moving lay all crumpled in the womb
first the embryo then the whole not
asking for me or against this voice
perfect amenity we are associated with
conditional skin wipe the hearth why not
Clear all these sounds are detailed soft
yeast I smile sound subconsciously and
warm in the house blows like this
sound and buddies
when the time will come when the meeting
Now the tune is similar to bass but between
us and topilina touch little house first
since we are like we know my hand
she cherishes something mumbles to me but i dont
I understand teens love you tummy stand
swatch supposedly do not come to my house and lay
almost with kong he eats cord all
angrily
houses became boring as if there is another
place in the universe I wanted to explain what
I have to go
everyone is waiting for me wonderful discoveries except
how to kick I did not know how to convey everything
thoughts to guardian
but every time not everything is unbearable and
I run on the shroud well, not stuffy
my voice is so what is 3 by 3 and yours
happiness suddenly you don’t need and shout no
hurt thoughts too scary
to part
felt cold very fast i see
trace of white space at that moment I was
shocked head heavy body cold and
who are these creatures and one space
peaceful no don’t cut the cord please how
same both cords no damn all
voice sorry I was a fool yes I asked
spoiled all the hell you hear the voice
voice sorry smiled sobbed at
fault and repeated all the same word
I saw with no vision my pain
familiar voice
dear today i’m twenty jacob and
at the same time weak i’m not sure i’m sure
my mind I wonder where thought ki
prove to be if passed in uncertainly
confident streams of thoughts maybe I quit
in the area under a degree I would sing and
shouted and said I would be very holding
bosom dagger possible in a communal
or someone’s hut I would eat all the alcohol
jealous won that wimp I can basya these and
there are all those faggers and I would have yelled
what a lot of sword I wanted to achieve for sure
and would cry that again lie all there is no grandfather
and with no one ipart my mom was cheap to
leaky shirt from the badge
Yes, and I usually Ushlepok Yes, and love
I am only and probably finished demolish
and put in return a guy that does not whine not
writes verses of tee from which a headache and
God knows where I could be
If it were not for all these thoughts that constantly in
the head is a phenomenon even to me today 20
too fast i’m getting old lose my sight i
did not see paris and valleys italy saw
seas well not the farthest disliked from
ears to waist eternity soul
wandering 3 thousand meters high i’m not
I drink and will not be pressed in salt water
gasped close
and cheeks uncut crazy hall get away
screaming in a dream car talked enough
I repent
[music]
so that the brain court building was sounding
strength and growth
like frost remember fuma be it
part of the wall is hard for the voice to break
these thoughts
roll with screams and screams but in the voice
inspired these thoughts
take off and not think low let not
all truth truths let peace not perfect
but we think we broadcast the right thoughts
take off and not think about low darling
Today I am 20 and fully grown and at the same time
weak i’m not sure sure my thoughts
I’m interested in where Malka would be
if passed is not sure and sure flows
thoughts I came to the crossroads on the left of
four sides
it means left already I can not have been there
I had a family house there I was the best
of the daughters, well, it was my turn to leave
places where you are already too warm
boring uninteresting and thirst for something
more devouring like a one year old child
your first piece of almond pie
I came to the crossroads what to choose
further pulse somewhere on the right reaches
the smell of blooming roses that some more
retain the memory of his old man will carry
across the country across the bridge around
roads to so recently kissed
by the sun she is up to the last of her house can
be there rightfully
hand and i will find my perfect home
I’ll make the best husband in the world
to plant the whole garden to what
the beginning of the annoyingly extinguished so that the husband
brought me freshly dared fruits and
love each other hearth their blood but not
created for the south of the hearth and shelter each
its path is not the right move, I can not
came to a crossroads and the choice still stands
I can hear the sea behind me like any
captain closet smoking a pipe throw petri
and without a father without a mother all having only
ship it flooded almost up to the brim
and breakdowns of the deck do not close up imagine
as I look down from the sailors
go out on deck see the light I do not see the light
like the armor of all devils I drink rum like
armor my break the waves of the sea
Leopard and ultimate darkness and love the door
I cant ignite a wild storm at any time
my last live
no, no, no, no, I can’t go north
I came to a crossroads to choose
there is no further way ahead of me
the weakest odors are not heard there
rustles
the renunciation of the living there is that you
unknown
human and sunset sun is today
bright as but the best shots probably
even sharp there is just something I don’t
known there have not been living like me
and there all covered the oldest caused
ice is only a choice my teacher and we who
where all the pampering do not ask the father is
move to heaven because you’re never nothing
I didn’t make your move to heaven
my emotional background seems to be
carefully rinsed over there my friend
lidocaine baths want tiles
fireplaces crackers vinyl woods I’ll be in
I will become a cute prose kidding, I want nobody
Commemoration just for the sake of new total overdose
and dopamine don’t miss anything i read
you for tea boredom with you and me for tea
not become more interesting and even empty in
bed not for whom I do not regret the coffin but not
hurt harder and warmer
yes where are you Chaldeans plebeians than heart
warmer than later for the more painful idea
similar livelier smoky on light full on
heart crush yes i’m dumb with my wind
Everything is there in the head, but everything is fresh there and everything
New as if NAVE only news all
there about death chains
caring of relatives and relatives calculations with all
who are good to us and sorbonna in spawning
pharynx yes even falsetto and here
low frequency us in the dark so
comfortable that hits on artam because
callous and something yes dead warmth
more whether all this is alcohol and alcohol
of alcohol and bitter air spent here
I twisted the tower but I do not understand what
there is more than how it is worn to read with
I feel more comfortable with them than
son of priest to me hizo clothes
compliments to discussions aha rack
who has a cool hairstyle cool
sneakers
abortion victim went to the bundle now
would have been shabby with them now
I would not be happy and uter bab shorts
you have a nose there still on the threshold quietly bitch
hard-nosed I do not understand how much it all
normally when a black and dirty
get stuck in it than in warm and
idle we who where all the pampering not
we ask your father to go to heaven because you
never did anything in life myself not
mind but knowledge is filled with beginnings
throwing my but i don’t they nobody nobody they
besides them transcend these nimble hide I
packed with nails to not fill Coloma
I throw I just play with words and
I’m not a hipster interpretations nickname she does
and I’m not trying to stay with anyone
I still have to forget to fuck so no
forgotten do not repent of anything closed on
repair and not the victim disgusting
sentimental yet apparently in me something
left as a property I actually manually
I will relieve my prim exact cat’s brain
bright and memorable days will distribute
there lashes but my childhood brother
16 lines wo n’t fit here
remembering something to her mint lines
childhood with tonsil taste crumpled clothes
sandals do not come down too tight
at home waiting for dinner my legs feel like
trampoline we there on the garages climb all on
toadstool like no
early in the day
crypts dusty light to football
childhood obstacle stripes changed
wrists back we run garages all
by about autumn 16 is still not
autumn proudly left us the hall
my wife covered our ship in vain
I would like to throw a sword swing and like that
carefree and yellow-headed summer is over
even before we realized that this
childhood well she was there in
printed photos of my mother nose and sadness all
as if erased where we ran for
airplanes and drenched bots at the best
galloped to spanked burst 100 and watermelon
before the belly so fit popped soap bubbles
Well, even if it is useful, a lot is not enough
it was sad that the cat could not be me
day dream this filthy don’t want to
kindergarten do not want everywhere
yes yes that week for three only bread with
pasta for dinner only ate 30
kopecks cardboard bookcards
we ended too there when not hunting
it suddenly became more than burning time
there all time trouble studies and work projects and
all is not to lust you tightly exhausted
walk under the night under the shower home to
saturday would live atoms sleep if so
lucky but on Saturdays work here
how many conversations were there?
the wings cut you warned but you
just forgot tomorrow you’ll be again
wait tomorrow your weekend you spent
either you did not believe there
tie with Sartre live by the right method
trial and error we who where all the pampering
don’t ask father to move to heaven
you never did anything yourself
[applause]
[music]
at
i seem out of breath in the wrapper of this
cities on rotten apples my heart
uneven tap dance and stumble
red things are not flabby and no longer
forbidden fruit and went home as your
cozy case that seemed old
Pandora’s box is only suitable for
storage rot
where does billiards play spit and drink it
father commit to hook from on show and
seagulls float above him circling my circle
sea inside
worried as if not tried in this
the box to swim across the ocean they noticeably went to
because the bottom star captain of this vessel sold
anyone with a mirror in front of the playground
hand cut he is pleased with himself one he
strength and sailors do not leave the cabin they
watching the goods everywhere standing here to
the helmsman always remained in the shadows
whether a merchant ship this Taliban excitement
traders for speculators are ready to exchange
a friend on a horse or a fee if that one is not
brings profit talent oh well not
complain pay dues and fees will be
you Chinese victim will not wash away this dirt
water is only a flood and my sea is inside
worried two
lu inside you is incomprehensible ocean I saw
him
he is immersed in weightlessness enveloping
it makes me dope like to write and
write and live empty natra
Alas, I do not know how to swim and therefore I
little by little even in the smallest
from which the lifeline wo n’t help
when a friend pulls a knot on the stone more tightly
pushing off a cliff teach me to swim and
who gave them the right to beat stan by surreptitiously
soul toli number vitalakh words whether
empty words
do n’t you see how they drown in
prison turning into a ballast that in
ruling circles are replaced instead
god on the field go out with food swineherd and
rebuilding of temples began in the barn of
branches or I became a trend for some
common in teddy bears as worshiping little people
with the windows the god must be inside of you and
write not in the words my sea is worried
three
my sea is inside my sea is inside
my sea inside my sea inside my
regret from the inside well see how she
I dry up, please just be quiet and do not scare
birds I was waiting for them man but instead
flies fly around randomly where
stepped over a person can not inside me
the sea is a mud puddle
what do you think well and damn it knows where would i
could be if not all these thoughts
remember not fully grown stocking and sluggish neighbors
these fingers
spotlights operating table womb mothers and
house and retreating station do you remember
hysterical crying and everywhere strings flying along
both sides or so that these are not in vain
face up to a single unfamiliar to me you
do you remember the leaves yellow rihar all
drinking my tune or what what
someone’s gaze so deeply displeased with me
was
and because her pupil dripped ran energy
I played hide and seek and from that the whole cavity
screamed no man with me is not all in
okay i’m more than two hundred where not
moving lay all crumpled in the womb
first the embryo then the whole not
asking for me or against this voice
perfect amenity we are associated with
conditional skin wipe the hearth why not
Clear all these sounds are detailed soft
yeast I smile sound subconsciously and
warm in the house blows like this
sound and buddies
when the time will come when the meeting
Now the tune is similar to bass but between
us and topilina touch little house first
since we are like we know my hand
she cherishes something mumbles to me but i dont
I understand teens love you tummy stand
swatch supposedly do not come to my house and lay
almost with kong he eats cord all
angrily
houses became boring as if there is another
place in the universe I wanted to explain what
I have to go
everyone is waiting for me wonderful discoveries except
how to kick I did not know how to convey everything
thoughts to guardian
but every time not everything is unbearable and
I run on the shroud well, not stuffy
my voice is so what is 3 by 3 and yours
happiness suddenly you don’t need and shout no
hurt thoughts too scary
to part
felt cold very fast i see
trace of white space at that moment I was
shocked head heavy body cold and
who are these creatures and one space
peaceful no don’t cut the cord please how
same both cords no damn all
voice sorry I was a fool yes I asked
spoiled all the hell you hear the voice
voice sorry smiled sobbed at
fault and repeated all the same word
I saw with no vision my pain
familiar voice
dear today i’m twenty jacob and
at the same time weak i’m not sure i’m sure
my mind I wonder where thought ki
prove to be if passed in uncertainly
confident streams of thoughts maybe I quit
in the area under a degree I would sing and
shouted and said I would be very holding
bosom dagger possible in a communal
or someone’s hut I would eat all the alcohol
jealous won that wimp I can basya these and
there are all those faggers and I would have yelled
what a lot of sword I wanted to achieve for sure
and would cry that again lie all there is no grandfather
and with no one ipart my mom was cheap to
leaky shirt from the badge
Yes, and I usually Ushlepok Yes, and love
I am only and probably finished demolish
and put in return a guy that does not whine not
writes verses of tee from which a headache and
God knows where I could be
If it were not for all these thoughts that constantly in
the head is a phenomenon even to me today 20
too fast i’m getting old lose my sight i
did not see paris and valleys italy saw
seas well not the farthest disliked from
ears to waist eternity soul
wandering 3 thousand meters high i’m not
I drink and will not be pressed in salt water
gasped close
and cheeks uncut crazy hall get away
screaming in a dream car talked enough
I repent
[music]
so that the brain court building was sounding
strength and growth
like frost remember fuma be it
part of the wall is hard for the voice to break
these thoughts
roll with screams and screams but in the voice
inspired these thoughts
take off and not think low let not
all truth truths let peace not perfect
but we think we broadcast the right thoughts
take off and not think about low darling
Today I am 20 and fully grown and at the same time
weak i’m not sure sure my thoughts
I’m interested in where Malka would be
if passed is not sure and sure flows
thoughts I came to the crossroads on the left of
four sides
it means left already I can not have been there
I had a family house there I was the best
of the daughters, well, it was my turn to leave
places where you are already too warm
boring uninteresting and thirst for something
more devouring like a one year old child
your first piece of almond pie
I came to the crossroads what to choose
further pulse somewhere on the right reaches
the smell of blooming roses that some more
retain the memory of his old man will carry
across the country across the bridge around
roads to so recently kissed
by the sun she is up to the last of her house can
be there rightfully
hand and i will find my perfect home
I’ll make the best husband in the world
to plant the whole garden to what
the beginning of the annoyingly extinguished so that the husband
brought me freshly dared fruits and
love each other hearth their blood but not
created for the south of the hearth and shelter each
its path is not the right move, I can not
came to a crossroads and the choice still stands
I can hear the sea behind me like any
captain closet smoking a pipe throw petri
and without a father without a mother all having only
ship it flooded almost up to the brim
and breakdowns of the deck do not close up imagine
as I look down from the sailors
go out on deck see the light I do not see the light
like the armor of all devils I drink rum like
armor my break the waves of the sea
Leopard and ultimate darkness and love the door
I cant ignite a wild storm at any time
my last live
no, no, no, no, I can’t go north
I came to a crossroads to choose
there is no further way ahead of me
the weakest odors are not heard there
rustles
the renunciation of the living there is that you
unknown
human and sunset sun is today
bright as but the best shots probably
even sharp there is just something I don’t
known there have not been living like me
and there all covered the oldest caused
ice is only a choice my teacher and we who
where all the pampering do not ask the father is
move to heaven because you’re never nothing
I didn’t make your move to heaven
my emotional background seems to be
carefully rinsed over there my friend
lidocaine baths want tiles
fireplaces crackers vinyl woods I’ll be in
I will become a cute prose kidding, I want nobody
Commemoration just for the sake of new total overdose
and dopamine don’t miss anything i read
you for tea boredom with you and me for tea
not become more interesting and even empty in
bed not for whom I do not regret the coffin but not
hurt harder and warmer
yes where are you Chaldeans plebeians than heart
warmer than later for the more painful idea
similar livelier smoky on light full on
heart crush yes i’m dumb with my wind
Everything is there in the head, but everything is fresh there and everything
New as if NAVE only news all
there about death chains
caring of relatives and relatives calculations with all
who are good to us and sorbonna in spawning
pharynx yes even falsetto and here
low frequency us in the dark so
comfortable that hits on artam because
callous and something yes dead warmth
more whether all this is alcohol and alcohol
of alcohol and bitter air spent here
I twisted the tower but I do not understand what
there is more than how it is worn to read with
I feel more comfortable with them than
son of priest to me hizo clothes
compliments to discussions aha rack
who has a cool hairstyle cool
sneakers
abortion victim went to the bundle now
would have been shabby with them now
I would not be happy and uter bab shorts
you have a nose there still on the threshold quietly bitch
hard-nosed I do not understand how much it all
normally when a black and dirty
get stuck in it than in warm and
idle we who where all the pampering not
we ask your father to go to heaven because you
never did anything in life myself not
mind but knowledge is filled with beginnings
throwing my but i don’t they nobody nobody they
besides them transcend these nimble hide I
packed with nails to not fill Coloma
I throw I just play with words and
I’m not a hipster interpretations nickname she does
and I’m not trying to stay with anyone
I still have to forget to fuck so no
forgotten do not repent of anything closed on
repair and not the victim disgusting
sentimental yet apparently in me something
left as a property I actually manually
I will relieve my prim exact cat’s brain
bright and memorable days will distribute
there lashes but my childhood brother
16 lines wo n’t fit here
remembering something to her mint lines
childhood with tonsil taste crumpled clothes
sandals do not come down too tight
at home waiting for dinner my legs feel like
trampoline we there on the garages climb all on
toadstool like no
early in the day
crypts dusty light to football
childhood obstacle stripes changed
wrists back we run garages all
by about autumn 16 is still not
autumn proudly left us the hall
my wife covered our ship in vain
I would like to throw a sword swing and like that
carefree and yellow-headed summer is over
even before we realized that this
childhood well she was there in
printed photos of my mother nose and sadness all
as if erased where we ran for
airplanes and drenched bots at the best
galloped to spanked burst 100 and watermelon
before the belly so fit popped soap bubbles
Well, even if it is useful, a lot is not enough
it was sad that the cat could not be me
day dream this filthy don’t want to
kindergarten do not want everywhere
yes yes that week for three only bread with
pasta for dinner only ate 30
kopecks cardboard bookcards
we ended too there when not hunting
it suddenly became more than burning time
there all time trouble studies and work projects and
all is not to lust you tightly exhausted
walk under the night under the shower home to
saturday would live atoms sleep if so
lucky but on Saturdays work here
how many conversations were there?
the wings cut you warned but you
just forgot tomorrow you’ll be again
wait tomorrow your weekend you spent
either you did not believe there
tie with Sartre live by the right method
trial and error we who where all the pampering
don’t ask father to move to heaven
you never did anything yourself
[applause]
[music]
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