Хоть очень ярко не блестит.
Мечтаю встретить её снова
И вечно на руках нести.
«Призрак едет по пустыне…»
Призрак едет по пустыне,
Призрак страждущей души.
Столько лет, а он поныне
В той песчаных скал глуши.
Он подбросит автостопом
Благородную девицу,
А голодному галопом
Задарма доставит пиццу.
Но однажды вдоль по трассе
Проезжал мусоровоз.
Все остаточные массы
Групп людских на свалку вёз.
И тушканчик, пробегая,
Выпал на проезжей части.
А водила не вдупляет
И не чувствует напасти.
Мчится гонщик сквозь барханы
На защиту жизни цикла.
От колёс он спас тушкана,
Но лишился мотоцикла.
Jokester
I dive to my unconscious lake,
To close my mind I close my limbs.
Some observations to make,
To find the reasons of my sins.
The expectations I’ve been getting
For everything and everyone
Some entity has been creating
I closed my eyes as I have gone.
I see ice blocks, they’re all around
This place is garden I suppose
All my familiars are found
In cryoboxes, this is gross!
But something’s wrong, inside the ice
These people haven’t changed a lot
Since time I saw them with my eyes
And here each of them was brought.
Out of nowhere comes the keeper
I feel his cheery flirty gaze
He is a jokester, he is a reaper
With guns by hands, scarf mask on face.
Long cape, I think he is a frenchy
I star to ask, to interrogate
«Why on the earth did you catch them?
Why do you need my every mate?
Why do you hold them at my thinking?
Why don’t you let me leave behind?»
«Ami, I use these images to brick in,
Construction your deluded mind.»
I see this artist need attention,
It all was done some love to get.
Although it’s my imagination
With this cute man some time I spent.
Then I awakened and felt horny,
Thus my enlightenment has reborn me.
Здоровое ЧСВ
I’m supreme at my prime,
No bitch can distract me.
Not the easiest time
To stand aside or act free.
I acknowledged my greed, 
