the weather is good,
Tequilla is lazy,
The lemon is food.
The city is cleanshaved,
It's after the rain.
My brows are good-raving,
I'm falling away.
I don't know my future,
And where is my head.
Arounding not mutual,
Arounding - my bread.
It's walking like weather,
I go like wind blow.
Someday you will praise me.
I'm falling in hole..
боже мой, никита пишет на английском. упасинасбог.