(С альбома "Daily Suicide")
There were prostitutes and smoked.
Also waited, when there will arrive the client.
They simply want to fuck.
And consequently they whores.
But among them is one,
And it refuses to all.
And it is fast its souvenir will kill,
But to it to spit
Again and again.
And prostitutes speak,
That it fucked.
And she speaks,
That waits for the prince on a white horse.
And they ask,
What for it became the prostitute.
And she answers,
That to it simply laziness to get acquainted
And she wants at once from it children.
And here on the longitudinal the man goes
On a white horse.
At the man on a head a crown.
It becomes before prostitutes
Also chooses one.
That.
Dreams come true.
Dreams Come True
© Copyright: Владислав Кныш, 2010
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