Текст песни твердый микки - Неправильный посыл

It Distant coma, monotone room
gray smoke from the water tenacious
I drew from the sound the word out there the sun behind a cordon in the morning until the evening blowing put on all
These patterns are weaved strange design
plant area separated from the center of the river
He taught me all over the island to anticipate giving forces I took out because the choice is not for you
We were swept out snow icicles where I ended up again as people of color pencils allegedly put me on all the bombs that you zapishesh-that he did not put out,
I listened to the sewing is for Paschke did not come
the world was a good hashish and paper with the image of Shiva
Time flies, tearing the seams flashbacks and I understand that it is not a ride ...