Текст песни Кирилл - Черная Мамба

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I see the area, in the colors of magic
This windows is a photograph.
Where to find one to blow the brain
In the bowels of the soul draws a revived fresh Bosch

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But the cards are mixed up: if the blonde is evil,
If he plays backgammon, then he is drunk at night
If owns Sambo - likes to be alone
Ah this Black Mamba, with her green longing

Again in the heart they turned off the current
They sang scherzo as if it would be good
From what I introduce myself
In the feminine world of the Other, a snake lives for sure

If she dances, then it plays a role
If she kisses her mouth, then she will give pain
Every drop in the sea keeps the price of their words
Serve their Pandora, fed up with them