на память о том что я существовал

stupid hopelessness
hopeless stupidity
will not be worse

on the square of plywood my weekdays
and future ,
the strangest number in your phone
once rescued

you're right, I'm a loser
I can only speak in verse
as sandpaper
failures make me do
someone whispers
what's around the corner , there is love
no eye twitching
but I have no money
and underground bars your way ordered me

give me cloaker
and I in him will go to the edge of the earth
concert totally unfamiliar group
I'll be happy one
phone , do not take no luggage , forget , and die
friend, I warmly
take the microphone
and stop
life palette knife presses against the paper in the street dead-ends
by contrast , are losing
I remember his every failure and forget
memory that I existed
morning chill , I'll meet you around the corner
in your town , and we did not know each other
on the trail was growing cold , try to remember ka
services shame
crossed the sky

cold wires
in all the rivers of the world
water stopped .

do not find this city too small ?
beautiful vanity
important in the creation process
rather than the result
bank banks
These pipes are known pain
smoke on your losses
beautiful sky in turbid divorces
Swallow PEOPLE IN SQUARE
pot throwing cough
who invented call our life ?
throat - exhaust soot
think I have not thought about death ?
wind licks wet stones rocks
give me a time where we have children
I lost my zest for life , but did not hiccup

as an artist and did not
Bike sold as
as a disappointment, all in the rain
past comes on the heels
but only because I am standing on the spot
when you need to run without looking back
in the city waiting for access
there dawn shielding under his wing
distance train
takers fracture
in life there is no fundamental difference
between good and evil
but
Hearts of stone
and deaf people from tree
so it is important to hear
- I believe in you .