Текст песни праздничный торт - zachem mi tut

all
painfully so.
cornice - a philanthropist.
stake are not
given to fly:
I'm down and Prep-HEU.

then thought rasklёsheny,
ridiculed semantic web.
and while their mouths without fasteners them
dissolve in fresh truth.

here the new "how are you?".
matter? in an urn,
since we do not Kant delicate.
wrappers-date,
who believed in the languidly.
and we would

absorbed by firecrackers, these sparks,
channel change,
as a tactic of artillery.
but
"Let" me
puts this path only by a stony.

pada-Fly - our guide knowledge,
rains to match,
Click on "start". we
euphorically
hover for a moment,
nearly broke up.

and branch bodies
not entwine,
Nemo is twisted,
because I flew century,
where milestones and landmark,
alas, but not your habitat. uh

fiber from the cell: the matter out.
and singularity on a vein is visible.
meaning? we wanted it,
tomboy but not entrusted to us.

we are the ordinary age of carefree children
which lie on the sofa or from the balcony leteeeeeet.

Why we tuuut?
Why we tuuut?
Why we tuuut?
Why we tuuut,
because without decomposition sky so pure.

Why we tuuut?
Why we tuuut?
Why we tuuut?
Why we tuuut?
when the heart is not dostuchitsya.

Why we tuuut?
Why we tuuut?
Why we tuuut?
Why we tuuut,
because without decomposition sky so pure.

Why we tuuut?
Why we tuuut?
Why we tuuut?
Why we tuuut?
when the heart is not dostuchitsya.