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В колонках играет - red hot chilly peppers-road trippin`
Настроение сейчас - грустно..=(

Girls, as cigarettes. You smoke it(her), as a thin, fragrant cigarette. It(she) decays a bright spark in snow night, shining(covering) features of your person(face) with the half-smile which has stood on it(him). You savour its(her) touch on lips, прокатываешь in language cherry sweetish taste, feel it(her) at yourself in a throat, inhaling a gentle smoke in lungs. But further - you do not start up, it(she) fades somewhere halfway to your heart. And then its(her) nicotinic charm makes the way in your veins, and you understand, that have come too far. It(she) lights up more brightly, each time when you concern(touch) it(her), extending last juices. And you wait, while it(she) will burn down, holding it(her) in the long, graceful fingers. And it(she) is burnt with your tender tortures. And you are angry extinguish it(her) in an ashtray of human lives, and then shake out the remained stub and ashes of your communication(connection) in twilight, breaking it(her) about a snow.