Love

And then repeat that all the garbage, that I am a same -heater, freak and reptile - but only love me. Love me

Filled on the motive of the favorite song of all intelligence officers "Momns"

Sorry, I don't want love to be simple

Banal, like a rural feast.

In it, stagnation is immediately drawn,

She is almost a habit - and no more.

So you are your beautiful language

Called me grumpy and pot -bellied

So that you teased me as an old man

So that you scold me as a senile!

So that there is no snotty "Xu",

So that it was stipulated in advance,

That our whole apartment is all

We marked the zones of influence:

You will take a bedroom for yourself, youth,

For you, these things are required ...

Sortir - after me (what else am I going?!),

But you can’t go there at night.

Swear me to hear the old and small,

That I'm a tyrant, unscrupulous than America,

But that I understand at the same time

What is your tantrums only for me.

That for this only this crocodile

Luttes, lies, scraped claws on the floor,

So that I besieged it first.

Then I will pathetically pat.

As if to bite to me

But only to me you are eager for all the carcass:

After all, only this is genuine passion.

Turn on your Zakharov, I'm listening.

Let your "ATU" and "Ulyu"

They are carried both at home and Loin d'yci*,

But if I praise casually,

So that the first line was in Yandex!

So that all my rivers and deeds

You scolded, like a frank Larva,

But gradually, day and night, I waited

When it comes, your moment.

When I sit at the table with you,

I want to feel, I'm sorry,

That all your show -offs and arbitrariness

There are no hours of our communication.

And then repeat that all garbage,

That I am a same -heater, freak and reptile, -

But only love me. Love me.

How we are Pindos.

Like Vladimir - Biden.

* Far from here (fr.), Such a song about love.