Текст песни А.Кухтевина - Скрип

Creak

You are silent here a week,
Only time runs forward.
As a creak in the yard swing,
I hear the same from year to year.

They had not been taken to grease.
And what if the creaks in the shower?
Once again, screaming, climbing trees
And discard noodles?

That's all anybody is not necessary,
Only better about not knowing.
Build a nest of chocolate,
Have time to sell before the winter

Useless everyday,
That does not take and BelAZ.
I would squeaks by intravenous
On the underside of the soul smeared.

Only apparently it delivers.
Yes, you are glad to increased friction.
Do not call me - I do not force,
But with difficulty will go into oblivion.

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