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Shadow, shadow, shadow, shadow coffin flies over the world
In the coffin inside of your bride entertains yogurt.
Revels in the novel, admires sapphire.
Want to become its vassal, crave to be her idol?

Germinate's day papefigovy dogwoods
What do you wander demoniac and depressing as the grave?
Really was a little greedy thoughts antiworld?
Want to amuse novel and stare in carat ruby?

Is crave coffin where grief bride?
Really in high places was the body too closely?
Have some tea, relax, look around cynically
Coffin flies land tresetsya recklessly, poetic.

You hear the demons laugh, Brahma in bed snoozing peacefully
God hysterical bubbles, heeding the voice of reason is not ...
Look - bloom Sephira, galloping goose, howling wolves,
Volume of Pushkin looks from the top shelves dusty ...

On the table live olives, hops lives in a glass
And the astral plane smokes in niflheymovoy nirvana.
Is this not a sign of life? Is not this the ghost of happiness?
What do you all circuits of the world than you do all the rings of power?

Who do you Koschey fraud? The more you spread the bread?
Do you hear - the truth is grazed on pieces of thick delirium.
Complete calm in the space of money in the door knocks some gelding
In echoing the lunar labyrinth - shadows, shadow, shadows, shadows ...

Maybe I'm crazy lost? And with coils quietly moved out?
In the TV laughing, as the driver, Edita.
You know, my friend, you go to the buoy, or yard, as burevesnik
Feathers spread out like a fan, a magical wizard.

All in one, and all may be one, as if everything is unreal
Berendei menacing dance, skeletipno and brutal
Go away svinoroi flying away demiurges
Give me a rest in the shadow of chaos gentle madness.

From the mountains descend Georgians to the market are lemons,
From a nearby window, someone's throat mold moans.
Once dull and ghostly, eerie and clear
But in the morning you like Goodwin, because life is beautiful.

Because life is absurd epilogue of strange tales ...
You see, Grandma from the Crypt eats pineapples?
Crackling goes into the astral plane, any more winter or summer ...
Dissolve bananas in the womb grandmother from the Crypt.

Impending hangover like cheerful Armenians
Wasting time passes with a silly book on the couch.
Maybe I Activities yoga, nibbling carrots, turnips slurp?
Psihosfernye rainfall sows Grandmother From the Crypt.

And farmers are eager storms sharpen razor clean forks.
Covered with glaze, poetic grave.
Buy my world, a drifter and the universe into the bargain.
Mug horse Braga draw some myself to change.

No one is not sorry, no longer need
Wade mermaid from the bolt to the world outside.
Evaporate desires in the labyrinth Sundays
No usual excuses - shadows, shadows, shadows, shadows ...