На бывшей "новой"

On the former New snowfall today,
And the door at the entrance to the snow covered with snow,
And there is no trace, one midnight darkness,
As if everything died out here a long time.
But again protopchat mark on the trail
Who goes himself and those who are.
And as I said a prophetic poet:
& Quot; People trail is not overgrown. & Quot;
Let the best he had made a mistake - it does not matter
But that will change a couple of quotes?
He raved will sometimes muse,
We raved about who will - they sit.
With a bottle of Lenin Square was held,
And such a stink - someone with utrecha ...
Goldsmith passed - not good,
And I really suspect Lenin!

And during all that was, little effort:
The girl was in school prefect,
Today in glass in the morning
To Nakata brought the bottle.
Life separated youth friends
Who in Chechnya, who took Afgan,
Someone in jail who share a glass,
And someone to drugs fell into a trap.
Friends we love only one night
And his first wives do not learn
And calls tyatyu dad daughter
And he lives in, get drunk cat.
And wives - not to wash or wash.
Machines, clothes, money on his mind ...
Cheaper will street whore,
What's in bed - there is no difference!

So, the former New snowfall.
Tver has subsided to sunset.
Oh midnight, and sunsets are not ringing,
What they all matter to me?
I was late today with Pososhkov,
Surely no one here will pick up?
No, & quot; funnels & quot; drove around the corner,
Who the quarter to & quot; truth & quot; service takes.
Some girl on Tverskaya
Starovorobёvskuyu calls on ...