Текст песни бро продукт - day 6

Winter-snow conceals the house barely audible lies 3 hours I
Time-of-water story where the forks can not write
Fate plays a very serezno causing pain
Life-hundred fine needles pierce the meanings Istra

Play all the hard truth harsh reality
Winter is not the end of the third-day izmonat tired
I razhorohoreny mother-child speech they say mouth
Would know better would see harried old

Hiding from the piles of familiar heifers blyadin
People are always there but for some reason I always one
Meaning- it from cover to cover in tervogah together
Love is so clean, and I will bring pain to others

Music- I will, and you only excerpts of letters
Winter wrapped it with reason and force pulls on cold
Who I am? slacker, lentyay, poet, rhyming piggy bank?
Who are we? puppets and yarn from us in someone else's hands