Three Hell
　　Three whales of civilization
　　Paralysis of the soul:
　　Totalitarianism,
　　Horse racing gambling
　　And slipped to all the people kissing.
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　　Day
　　In Riga * I wore white jeans driving.
　　Mind is eight hundred years old.
　　On the nations I am in the minority.
　　I happen on the most sexy.
　　* Note: for the Latvian capital of Riga.
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　　Lake
　　She ran into my single life,
　　Blow out the candles, as a maid.
　　How crazy it was wonderful
　　Recall is really terrible!
　　I wake up and shouted: "Long live
　　This is the temperature of passion! "
　　After drying in a huge storm jeans
　　Flying butterflies in a leopard.
　　I jumped into the garden, open the window,
　　To the hum of razor do not you bother
　　Curtains whisk to
　　... ... ... ... ... ... Your bedroom.
　　Time is approaching in September.
　　Recall is really terrible,
　　Free-air, as if the chimney,
　　Love is the autocratic monarchy.
　　I hustle and bustle of life without you
　　There is no meaning.
　　This feeling has passed,
　　Like a snake crawling over Garden ...
　　Unspeakable beauty!
　　And think about it - a bit scary.
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　　Chronicle
　　He went into the garden. Dusk.
　　Estate in the twilight glow white,
　　This makes the soul feel uneasy, as if
　　Not part of the body tan.
　　In the back of Sidi
　　Then repair the house has become blurred.
　　He opened the door with pink.
　　Groping key laughed.
　　In the pale door, all becomes bright.
　　At that time there was a bedroom.
　　She left the embroidery and
　　Anything else will I be surprised.
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　　Golden Bleu
　　More like grains of sand on the beach!
　　More like a woman who's pores!
　　Your appearance as
　　People argue your cause.
　　In each pore is a grain of sand.
　　What time is it? But
　　All the watches are all waiting for repairs!
　　Time is also a problem.
　　How many times we quarrel
　　Living together with you in days!
　　How many times we face
　　Have appeared in golden green spots!
　　These droplets dry
　　Like the soul of Mars.
　　Who promised you what?
　　Who burned you again?
　　You barely sleep -
　　Wake up
　　You are enveloped in golden blue sky
　　Ring in the sand.
　　As caught in the whirlwind column
　　Ecstasy of fear
　　You dizzy, shake off from itself a
　　The beach!
　　To those who had Jurmala *
　　No matter what abuses,
　　Will not get sand
　　Dust particles into jewelry!
　　Even in the Jurassic era
　　In the hands of the Creator
　　The two had bonded together in the sand -
　　You, and me.
　　Do you remember,
　　In Crete - Mycenaean period
　　You silently swallow the pain,
　　With fresh sand
　　Plastic model of the human body?
　　Said something?
　　Through the less serious dark,
　　The eyes see the scars
　　Golden green spots?
　　Feel everything is nonsense.
　　You again unwittingly
　　The beach into the platinum
　　The sky is light blue.
　　In the fog can not see,
　　Where are you who you are ... ...
　　You and I exchanged
　　... ... ... ... Gold in the thigh.
　　* Note: Jurmala: Latvia city, located along the Gulf of Riga.
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