Текст песни рома алфавит - навеивает

A man from a blue helicopter gave me a little cool
Half forests envy, acquired gills,
To get me out from the inside,
in the oral cavity through airship,
Through blood, cholesterol mountains and other bumps.
Fate is not a pilot, but kost under the Acing
In life, there is little fire so taking up.
Microbes and bacteria on my body were the inventory,
Not realizing that I am disposable.
stock warrior,
On the ground, the extractive mass of plastic,
All will cover the nebula.

reserved seats, metal cup holders,
Periodic flickering stations,
frightening distance torque
called? are you busy.
silent to write
To in an empty apartment
Get wings
not necessarily buy a ticket for flight
wind open the window or door
nasty
Do not worry, I do not fall, I'm to Nastya.