Текст песни vilkin - Господь рыдает, дождь идёт

I was not involved in street fights!
I do not fucking of two.
In the elevator NASA dog
And I counted blows.

Blows of fate villain,
Although the shape of my still young.
Here I am, there you are
Come on, give me a reason.

Come up, crawl, fly up
Lizh catch up to your departure.
If not, then continue
I do not get out of the door.

Keanu pillow in a backpack,
Next, lie on the stop.
In my mind watery mess
About you, lost in the scuffle.

Dudka killed confidence
She pulls no weaker than you.
Your love turns to hate,
On my own, flowers grow.

Touching the little toe
Equal to a liter of my bitter tears.
- Ale, brother help me!
How to calm psychosis love !?

Sell ​​pipes, it will close
Deprive my carcass freedom of action.
God is crying, the rain comes
He whispers: Ilya act!