Текст песни джеки дугн и дубас - о чём я думал

What did I think I wrote my Mouzon unpleasant?
in the classic style - crayflap and ready
Cherkaya in a notebook your tirada curves
Now it is on the cluster pirates

I just took and rhymed as I can
No, except joy with this without having,
that salute will explode inside Derbanya
Let the monitors smoke with black clubs

I am pregnant as mole through the smoke to the touch
burning in the flame what brains are wrinkled
for rhyme rhyme, like in firewood oven
batch bikes so that maybe with soil

in order not to choose, we can easily
Samples sandwich, fat bass is smeared
do not do that you are the frequency draw graph
Determine the truth as a polygraph

Remember! Rvanina will not be rotatory
Rhymes like a piano rhunt, Razvav Karabina
and will fool over the conditions that put
until the end of breathing, so sampling

While someone catches bouquets, from the scene.
I will cry out in the microphone in Chulana
I do not vkurse what's there in Curly Illy Porto Chervo
For those who are aware of whom on the cut disk

Stereo Hysteria - Jackie Doug
Kitinov with Airmaaks crossing in Ugg
Under Jazz under the Gabbu or at Deni Saif
in the snow-white room with piano or in the entrances of the ssana

I will push thoughts in rhymes and threshing
In the membranes of drum to drab ...