Gleb Golubin Pharaoh

These waltzes, like gossips, They are worse than all the bitches That you knew, but these are not codes.. These are not codes, because having barely found the exit To the city from the station. entering his numbers, he is at home in his underwear, sleepy. You stand alone among all the fuss, in a beautiful dress, almost short, fluffy marshmallow, beautiful makeup and wavy hair scattered over your back and shoulders. "Gleb", he is too good a reason to stay nearby, But he is too good a reason to drink, he is too abrupt a way to get lost in snot, Screams... that everything is so frank. He got intravenously..
Gleb, remembering the invitation.. remembering what awaits.. she.. is completely alone. A fast pace, hoping to put on clothes, to puff up, to assemble himself into the image of the main guy, who makes anyone tremble just by looking at him.
Soon entering hastily into the atmosphere, my gaze immediately caught... This pain in her gaze, there's something in it - After all, she also hears this whisper here. She's on me in a sour way, as if he alone knew,
Who in the area will give her an incentive?
Swiftly entering a waltz with her, why did everything go wrong intravenously...

You know, my faith is for sure
Not a gift for the likes of you!
You waltz in front of me -
I hear the voice of my drug.
And the image of her beauty...
I can't do it anymore..
Ready to kill these damn kites.
Her lips are covered in codeine... and I know it's on purpose...
She injected me intravenously, intravenously.