Текст песни ToKris - дебилы либидо колечат

And Che is already last cigarette in the pack
Somewhere in the house a nest egg roll with chuvachkov
Friends like new but they're just friends
The past is not forgotten
You're either going to whine or howl of anguish
Tear off a couple of leaves to break the vise
Consciousness where it hung
In your pizdostradaniyah
These rooms have blacker bath where you fly
Chervonny trump card should be in the hole
For when he found himself at the bottom, unable to raise his eyes to the top
And not ahuet from what you are not the same
Your hope is so far
What Chişinău Sarzhal when I heard about it
Distance love, makes Man-poet
And so the "IN" it hears say that?
So he says "So, like so says about all this shit
Tom fucking banks get cool, turn on the switch and on the take-off
Hot Tea with cookies and communicating zaebis
Will is night hot
Stupid fucking phrases picked up on TV
The blood from the ears, synapses with neurons in hysterics
In padike some queers, skins for place mats
But I found that very normal, we had schizophrenics
We knit brooms
And yet you get up from its knees
Where is the ceiling that is hard, but it is not the roof
This box is your skull
Skull-sheep burns
Razebya all that saving up for years inside
Heel of origami
We are paper people
And they know it
I closed the door and turned off the lights
He deferred to his death six days
Not sleeping, fucking
Santa puff
Narkoholod
Sumarno calculating destroy my penetration piece
Long in the shit
Disco discomfort
Bes milk
Your house-throw scrap
In sartir
Diplura eyes
Abomination kissing with those not
She is waiting for you when you grow up
Being strong is not fucking channel when the world is powerless
Your pens will spin forever in the endless quagmire
Hi, Grandpa, I cooked dinner, we amlet burnt
Umesh grandson not to burn
Torchok your grandson out of his pocket for a flank
Bychkov in an urn fools will choose procuration
Legitimate carrying thoughts in my head
Baska glowing storm of emotions
And fuck
We're bullets in this crap dish
4:20
Four characters in the picture chetyrehstennoy
Burr to the ladies in the pockets of garbage are
If the sky is not to stand
That at least arise from the bed
The feet were blue with these alco brothers
Firewood sozhgёm will warm the soul
Do not stifled feelings Porsche and lousy from blevashey
Smiling from ear to ear, hides degradation
Soon there will be in your dreadlocks catch lice
The dirt on the hands and under the fingernails that the green
've Stole a little, but enough for one
Pussy give Dad, will lock in the mode, and he will get stuck in the house
And there is no sense that the further write
It is necessary to get up to go to plow
In the land of cold worms seek to devour
These metaphors are sick, they are whitefish in cough beat
Vyplyunesh trachea and blood clots that aphelion
backward
By the beginning of creation
Count apples out there that I was hueyu
They have not yet matured
Children are not early age Tupelo gimp
Has acquired the knowledge and flew
Hey dude, "According to the" flying
These are the characters of glitches
Which is not tired
Neshta well worth it with a shovel somewhere on the hill
A hands because the cold, you have to go to drink tea and then after late
Three people have found a truth
But it turned out she was in them as strange lyrics
Scorch ebalo when goose bumps will be from what you hear
The bath is not breathing
There's even a mouse baited meat
High-rise building with Sasha will celebrate clover \ Bosko
roared from the impossibilities
but everything is possible as long as we are alive
and not in the lodge obebose
Caution
You're on the edge ....