Текст песни андрюха mc - читает стишки

gods
Wear clear lens,
After all, even disdain look.
Sages -
Jokers sucks.
Listen to them, Take heed and be sad.
Ganster -
Worst kissing.
Stubble, piercings and fume.
Mad Men all have become tired.
A rastamanov for each quarter.
These, friends, you will fill the pockets.
And then, year after year
Running from cops
Smoker, stealing
And do not live.
Think about it -
Case rubbish.
All dissimilar,
And yet, no matter how you look,
Do not those faces.
But I will every one of them for you.
God, in love with her child.
Sage, muzzy and drunk
With calculation -
Your mole, your scars.
With a bouquet of daisies in the hands of the innocent
fucking Ganster
The tattooed sleeves.
Madman in evening dress -
"It's like normal."
His music is not necessary.
Silently tacking like sailing,
He watches in silence whirls.
As long as your timid singing in the head
Do not stop rudely burst.
I'm strange, already convicted
Thief and rastamanov.
That sticks out not singed grass,
And with the taste of your lipstick.