Gaza strip

Enemies and friends keep beside him,
I do not fly low as pawns to queen crown.
Three sips of whiskey to the rotating Earth.
The years just fly like seagulls in a row.
And who will be next, if the sky is crying hail,
What grapes falling on black marble.
Get your map, the course lay on the equator,
In the trunk of the cross for the truth, the tank is filled.
Are not you afraid, come on. I'm on a magic carpet,
I fly over the burning craters gently through the rainbow.
Many who come to pick up, fell back,
And I stand on deck.
She dreamed of a Toyota Celica and silicone tits,
She graduated from the special school and knew English.
The dream was close, like a magic tablecloth,
But hope, bitch, fuck knows.
Drop down on the water surface
Again, I took something from the depths of his memory.
It's like a black box, which is not necessary to open
And I do not want to understand what you're playing.
The notebook will form lines, ready to die,
But I'm not averse to light here as an Olympic bear.
It is not R'n'B-ishka and so pure poems.
Dumb girlfriend did not take it, it would be superfluous.

It's your world, I opened the window.
It's about the area and good Bosko,
About a girl Light on the mat Porsche.
Vadik, well, how much can you?

The stones are wrapped in a glossy cover,
Your friend's nose can not breathe.
She then dances around, throwing off his sandals.
Vadik, well, how much can you?

Even as a boy dreamed bring some kipish,
But like the left and we normally hear, as you can see.
Let him finish somewhere, and you throw off shoes,
The Japanese rubber, burning protector.
Movement against the wind,
Apollo 16 landed on the outskirts of Service Lunar ghetto.
Or no one there was, under the heading & quot; secret & quot ;,
Under Lifaki special agent in the fourth dimension.
It's hot in the Gaza Strip, as the sector, brother.
He climbed onto the roof - Do not throw away the ladder.
Truth is in the archives of NASA, or somewhere among us.
Her fat ass someone for lunch ordered.
Life shoots eyed Sati Casanova
For diamonds and simulates an orgasm.
We all, of course, different, but there is a temptation
Call this bitch in the ass, at least once.

It's your world, I opened the window.
It's about the area and good Bosko,
About a girl Light on the mat Porsche.
Vadik, well, how much can you?

The stones are wrapped in a glossy cover,
Your friend's nose can not breathe.
She then dances around, throwing off his sandals.
Vadik, well, how much can you?