Alla Gubareva
Out the year , were suffering
Out the year , went to suffering
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Love is a great left
And the minute tearing
From the house made ​​all the pictures
husband and the first portrait
Such a greedy man
have not seen the white light
took the glasses , forks , spoons
A set of bed linen
Dishes whole , all the bowls , saucers
carried away with himself , Nicolas
Carpet - took a scumbag
of the house pulled the mattress
A seemingly gentle , timid
But I would do it all the satellites in
Good acquired no pity
I sit alone in a bare apartment
and singing " tra-la - la "
my love is such a bastard