first snowflake

Conscience is mad at me,
Through the years, the story will mean,
Put all as the spirit,
And there are these lines
Everybody knows ...
How humiliating to live,
How to wake up and fall down,
And she looked at the bed with me,
And in all weave
There has always been there ...
On my dirty clothes,
Not a traitor myself,
So everything with me as before ...
I conduct my life I have primacy,
Card into the slot,
And from there, the salary,
No, I do not buy icon
And it is unlikely that I came to the house ...
Musicians are playing on the street,
And then a trifle ringing
The legs move the home,
In every corner of lying poets,
I lie down with them,
After all, instead of a warm,
It's more fun together,
Bury has not woken up in the morning friends ...
Sitting in the cemetery at the grave of another God,
And said quietly: "Pour it on what?"
You can hear the neighbors as conscience knocking machine
In relations fall,
And on the first snowflake falls palm ...