Текст песни Rodger - метка

we have decided I blew, I thought at the muzzle
These absences were in the early morning
I stayed here for a long time, long-powder route
a red bulb, I know where my pedals

Pali in the distance, I share though aground
They ate as they arrived there, local crafts
and so on, and one of killing
who I cheered, but someone nashizila

not MOBILE network me smile
provincials at the table, put the balls
past the school, conducted under escort
a lot of thought in silence waiting, who used these things hushed up

Yuzay, Semyon Hughes, count,
Was the union began problemki
Roger Green label
and there is no tastier branches from the bush neighbor

doors to locks as always answer yes,
do not dream of grass near the house dream delirium and nonsense
her boy with a bunch of bad habits
again in the shit, and he does not understand his own handwriting

there are many lines, can still spare a couple
about how quiet at night, again paint chips
He likes to move and at night while you sleep
I lodge on a sheet of paper, the common kipish
you to redeem the kid?