Bring me home! So that again in the morning at nine o’clock I went for a walk, in the evening at eleven came back and nothing you need all day: neither to eat, nor to drink, neither car, nor salary.
Let me find a rod and all you have is happiness: and a sword and a rifle, two shit in one. If you want to be a soldier, you want to be a knight. Well, and if I found some fucking rugged incomprehensible, then it was actually concrete, just ecstasy! Drop the TV, Drop the Internet – you have a rugged shit and all the fucking, you are the king of the world. Walk with her for at least a day, it will not get bored at all! It’s a shit, how can it get bored?! to
Bring me back! The girls are angry again. So that in the lawn in the shoe grounds of the grandfathers and slowly so melt on it, you are looking in the lawn such a place where the water straight to the edge of the shoe grounds, but at the same time does not flood inside. That sweets are hidden from you - not because you look at this raffaella now and get sick as soon as you imagine its taste. That the bicycle had only one star and that the rear brakes worked when the pedals turned back. Let the catapots on the wheels hang, colored wire spikes wrapped and all - now you are, just not real, incredibly cool! And fill your sports fields, just give the field: two backpacks dropped and all the football gates ready, today you are Zinedine Zidane.
And in the winter night, that the street is full of dirt, the blackness is invisible, and you have buried in two blankets, in the room a candle burns... warm... you lie down, looking at the naked branches behind the window... and well.