ANASTASIA

She knows how to sell her body
She gets an interest on her mind
she decided that the best thing
is to recount of exciting sums
she knows mechanics of the world
Who's at the steel wheel
It's not a time to stuff the boat
it would be enough to stay afloat
at least till the end of this day

Wet asphalt and a fog at 6 o'clock in the morning
Winds have promised a bit of of sun
The first trolley will get me to a subway station
all the impressions only after
the long and deep sleep
I will tell you who is she
the color of her eyes
and the cut of her trousers

Anastasia is drags her cross
Anastasia lives in search of the right places
in a state of total anesthesia

Cards lay spread on the green fabric
Everything is real but looks like a dream
The ice of crystal, the sophistication of wine
We are at the top - we reached the bottom
There's not enough money anymore for a taxi
we'll stay here till they throw us out
mobile network is over-saturated
We're at the top - we're at the bottom

Anastasia is drags her cross
Anastasia lives in search of the right places
in a state of total anesthesia

She knows how to sell her body
She gets an interest on her mind
she decided that the best thing
is to recount of exciting sums
she knows mechanics of the world
Who's at the steel wheel
It's not a time to stuff the boat
it would be enough to stay afloat
at least till the end of this day

written by atmoravi
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from record CHERTOPOLOH