Текст песни Копюшон - луной был полон дом

Where the Soviet dreams? The dirt on his face and fuck
Valyny shaft , one plus three and here .
Fuck out of the yard to the thunder ,
Inhale the sky as a promo ,
Where adjacent salt.
It does not hurt but litter .
Straw for the kids believe in his pockets and thought
Spray beckon for the prize . I'm not hung - we sleep .
I may be sick , and out the dark side in the street .
But I am he , and all to leave a rash.
Close ebalo , delighting the chill along these walls.
Dumb theme I merged , being driven back to the sprint.
Barb , groans , cold and compressed room .
While increasing my experience , I have seen micro .