Before

The air is getting heavier

Old women are used to it

They straighten their shoulders

Old women on the Atlanta case

Who knows what talents

Under this flabby skin

Maybe she's hitting Bach with her teeth

Who knows what size

This or that person

The air gets heavier

Fifty year olds are suffocating

And out of stupid habit they lap up cognac

Further their image lags

The fifty-year-old has a hot flush, stuffiness

A fifty-year-old has impotence

Complains about the cat

The air is really very heavy

Presses on every organ

The air is getting heavier

Clouds are gathering for a small picnic

There will be some strange drops

Just don't tell anyone, chok-chok, keep quiet

The air is getting heavier

Insects cannot lift their heads

That's why the low point of the air dash

And shocks to small areas of the face

We're walking along the beach

Obesity is low

You can sort out the rays of light like strings that

As if in forty-one head into the attack

The gravity of the air causes a fight

Hearts with blood

of your head

With your love

Air density

So thick it could feed all the hungry people

It would be the news of all news

It's a pity you bite

And zero kilocalories

Everything is getting dark

The cloud is rumbling, the ripples are tormenting it from within.

The light is completely blocked out

It's like a hotel bed after a guest

So tight

I just want to sleep so hard

But from the beach to home

Bike flight

Hope to get there without slipping

The cloud is pushing

The sun strokes her back

Drops are spilling onto the surface of the lakes

The cloud is screaming

She's in pain

Pushing yourself out of yourself

We're riding a bike

You tell yourself to keep quiet

Wet like a newborn

The air is heavy, wet, thick

Slipped along the way

Fell into a bush

I'll lie through the rain

Getting wet up to the crotch

Unable to get up

The air is terribly heavy