Текст песни Tequilajazzz - Авиация и артиллерия

An idle question after the busy holiday - if I'm happy?
In the depths of boiling stone is groaning under the carapace armor
Wood burning in the mountain gorges leading track
This way after sunset out my
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Winds from the mountains and honey wines blood amusing
Lava plastic, paper ash grain fields
Piano, laughing and cursing and falling, angry and blyuya
This way after sunset out my
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Sun heated stones bored, even though I'm a snake
Later in the song, of course, put the rhyme & quot; Family & quot;
Seven & quot; I & quot; and our battalions are asked to fire
This way after sunset out my
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