Vory-v-Zakone

I am easy, easy to keep. Honey, you please me even in your sleep. But my arms want to carry. My heart wants to hold. Tell me your worries. I want to be told. Who asked you? Who asked you if you want to be loved by me? Who died, and made you in charge of who loves you? All the livelong day, If I have my way, I will love you. But One can't carry the weight, or change the fate, of Two. I've been waiting for a break. How long's it gonna take? Let me love you. How about it? How about what I have to say? How about that livelong day? How am I gonna stay here without you?

Fevrale dostat chernil i plakat, Pisat O Fevrale navsnryd, Poka grohochushaya slyakot Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit. Oh, and he said, "Thank you, please, but your flattery is truly not becoming me. Your eyes are poor; you're blind, you see. No beauty could have come from me. I'm a waste of breath, of space, of time." And I never thought this life was possible. You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for. The end of paralysis, I was a statuette. Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench. And when I press the keys it all gets reversed. The sound of loneliness makes me happier. We walked along a crowded street. You took my hand and d

This is merely an attempt to tip the scales. This is a song to pass the time for my beloved Arienette, for my beloved Padraic. With the movement of a hand, it is something vague. At the center of the world there is a spindle, a darkness, a fever and a necklace, a scale, a mirror and those indifferent clocks cause the calendar to hang itself at sunrise and sunset. When the curious girl realizes she's under glass she'll scream out, "Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh." Contrast and compare. Touch, pull my hair. This is the poetic retelling of an unfortunate seduction. If winter ends, Padraic, my prince, just know that it is June on the West Coast. T