Текст песни Remarque - Выпуск 5

This can be done on bekah, it is that this is who? where is it? shaalovka
Summer promises to be hot,
Pitre your town, my city melts the vinyl
and it gives us the peaks of you crying my twitter
to as asphalt Tajik daily putting words on bits I only need a kick.
plus a deep work in their own juice,
Saba bass middle and high,
everything else is just yards and high-rise buildings, joy and snot, love and hate, of which I have woven
write hits until there is electricity in the network.
microphone dust blows here epic ms
all became full circle,
fingers touched pedov, repchik poulchil bream.
you have a brain the size of a piece of Gasha,
in Russian turnips as much water as never seen Jacques Cousteau,
I have time to press the stop, just do not like your indulgence.
just do not like just do not like just do not like your indulgence.