Текст песни EA7 - 666

Cities don't sleep and I don't sleep
I bear the melancholy when the board is drunk.
Having printed out a bush on words is not stingy,
There are many goodies and meat from my mouth,
Lower the window and pile the basque.
Preparing the bomb, loading the flask
Heifers screeched, bare butts.
The chimney steam locomotive took us far ...
And here there is no way without a fierce dry forest, without crowded traffic,
There is a lot of smoke from the ceiling.
We love resin like an acrylic flask
A bubbling bong.
The one who tells you that it is harmful
He didn't smoke and he doesn't need to smoke.
With a mind, nothing is wrong
She won't do it to you.

Let that which smokes smolder
Let that which burns flow.
The pulse beats the rhythm
Leave it to me, take a break.

Let that which smokes smolder
Let that which burns flow.
The pulse beats the rhythm
Don't take it in your hands, take a break.
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