Текст песни Мама-яма - Далай-лама

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One hundred twenty first winter day
poured me tea, gave liver
Among the life of Kortyma
Wise only slacker

Do what you want
Dance, draw and sing
Only loneliness
Your always with you

Looking down in the window - Fuck
Invaluably sun shining
For your applub this Apollo
Still answer

Put on black glasses like in the Himalayas
Climbers like Dalai Lama
I will be clean and stuck

Prech and speech,
I will not eat food
I will be easier, I will be cleaner
I will be skinny, I will be poor

Wake up i will be Buddha
And, putting rubs,
We will go on the ashes
Both again from the boot

Let's go preach
Simple lyuda
How to love everyone, do not fight
And other pribluda

And the bottom of the Saving
those who were in a spiritual coma
Making a dousetry
In the inflatable pool
on the balcony

And somewhat remembered
I drink a cup of mint
Everything becomes clear
Life is empty and immense

Life Gusta
And so simple
Striges from the bush
While the soul is clean
Como Estay.
Me Gusta
A La Festa
A Pieta