Elena Fanaylova.

The carcass is no longer withstand the swings,
Poveda shoulders
Refuses to entertainment -
Squirrel of cookies -
Just runs like she's in her wheel
Rebirths, up hill and down dale.
She phoned relatives, paid taxes, she called family, paid taxes,
Visited with her girlfriends tipsy,
To be loved by all.
She forgets to high purpose
And flippers to strangers.
Where are you, a self-sustained,
Autonomous, ie, the regime?
It sapped the moral choice
spiritual adventure.
Push the "escape": run.
But the more intolerable any pressure.
In principle, fed up with these intentions,
But she was unable to clarify
Type of pardon can not be executed,
Same swing.
Hands not to separate, not to tease the animals.
Unable to breathe, to change
The volume of sadness.
She has no soul - or that
silent shame,
How dishonored queen
And turned away, silent,
More sense not surpasses, not gloomy.
Casta Diva, Casta Diva,
The vault of heaven mnogoochit.
Angel on the left. .