Текст песни DIMATEPLO - Легко

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I paced the fog , my Nike Air
Chagall easily walk across the sky
I passed you on the head
I hawala in a poppy , while you starve

Here is full of daring , like the devil in them
And climbed into my songs as if Elvis press
Cross it , then the old school , a mural
Burst , I'm on a level with God , we are with him

Pressing , you do not take out my cruiser
Weighs , like the rest of my stuff - you furious
What I have not , but seemingly so rich
What wipe your feet on posters

And your Barbie found her ken
We had a Cheburashka and crocodile Gene
Vienna it will be filled with crap
Poor , will remember the wine