Текст песни коньяк с вишневым соком - кость и ягоды

shuffle
all awry.
wet matches to burn the camp.
all bile 50
at my expense.
guys, let's live to himself
without clinking glasses.
your poison - the best of medicines.
night lights sometimes laughing in the back with a grin.
look like a passport photo.
Pool from drowning us such
blooms and smells -
some kind of eternal spring
in the temporal lobes and pants.
just after you come
to turn to the assembly of closets,
Skeletons in the closet nervously smoking.
according to the plan "I" we lost. (X2)

still and still unjustly
childhood kerosene,
warmly forgotten.
piping hot
He throws in sweat and fury,
bone and berries.
Guests are delighted not scripted.
If the mesh is muhlyuy,
because you try too fuck
or have already, although the plan "I" and so we squander.
and so we proe ...