Текст песни каннтбплтзи - кисти замерли

each frame vrozhdennyi heart disease,
I just huffing skepticism shook off the ashes from his face.
just a couple of words about all my text turns.
I write when not climbing into his mouth matzah.
up - is when put in the coffin of his father.
choose it carefully: a dwarf, or a heron.
like a bolt from the blue.
the ferry that sailed from the coast.
is acceptable in society is only one strategy:
cover and rolls.
die, sucking moisture from the cotton in the spoon.
in spoon wool.
or dividing Bosko,
pushing his belly down the barrel in trauma.
then blowing draft, touching innovator
what to expect at the train station.
train to nowhere.
beg you ordered,
if you can not write about pizdostradaniya.
but by touching the paper, brushes froze.