Текст песни Татьяна Зыкина - Ремонт live

at my house Alter picking my Finnish rump steak
eyes do not burn - even there, why do we need to save the dead nerves
picking my dinner and again switched off first
hungry bitch obediently fell silent
and although I have as good a T-shirt - flying serpent creeping
be fun

Moon Moon lunili ached close
glass windows bathed the tears hail
overnight not necessary
let me drag
Give me the sky is yours plunge
wake up late
boss embarrassed to lie about cars

at my house a mess, though all were taken to places
terrible mess, no matter how I tried to organize themselves
and, of course, I'll be able itself to this sort
read his books, look at documents
I crawl back to reconcile some reason
flying serpent, creeping, whether fun

pulque street snail
Travelling bitter chocolate bars
whip the faces
I get out and I'm pathetic
I envy her, but you have fatigue
I became angry - got. I leave the village and all.