Текст песни Падший Карлссон - Сироп

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Under the sounds of Russian radio
On the teeth and fingers
Wanadium wrench
Life in the whole key beats
And near, coughing in asthma,
Death nervously smokes
Waiting when I score to death!

Your face is written
Premonition of something terrible.
But "written" is so
For censorship, she rushes,
And on the very fact - "Nassano"!
But at the very case - long ago
All the worse there is nowhere, sranched full!
All-all-all in shit on the ears!
And in my chest it hits the waves!

Here it is bitterness of a syrup extracted with its own blood!

Collect all the strength, otherwise you can not cope!
The movements are accurate, nothing superfluous.
Try to pull out your ass
Trying to substitute your ass neighbor.
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Russian radio or europe +?
All died, so what, fuck, difference?
Demians will still play blues!

Here it is bitterness of a syrup extracted with its own blood!