Текст песни Июнин - с новым годом, суки

flies 2018 bears ton
Navice on the skin every Newton law
I am a gray moth and you are the most beautiful butterfly
Feel the wake of a magic stick

In the New Year with old scars
You will also give new wounds
When the seas and oceans end in an alternative reality
There will be no water even from under the tap

This is all wastelife
Man is not even dominated over his will
how much tears was pouring in every temple
It would be better if I suffered died in my belly in my mother

In a dream, I fell into someone as a Buddhist monk
Arthas in my dreams deserves awards
come I will share with you byte wai fi
goosebumps, sad magic

Here is my musical practice
I look at the world in a black white look Hachico
Flowed on the flags swastika
Each quatrain is a rhetorical puzzle from Fantik

if you're kisa, then I'm skunk
Accept the flow of mp3 from my mouth
if I try to enter the front of my hand door
I have long since I do not believe

Happy New Year bitches
under ethyl words my glitches
The atmosphere of the Russian Chernukhi
and I went to cut hands

I convict me right
I do not want to start a career
here is all delennoy but
I want to part with the body on the way in Venus

Tongue is brazed again
You're beautiful and I'm a drunkard
Violated coordination
holes and blood stains on the nation flag

songs are not yet written how much say cuckoo
I do not know the song whether it is at all or drink
But after that it remains zero
under the skin of the precipitate and only pain

I do not come back home in the evening
We spit in the immense time of eternity
Let me assemble a counter
True iron until limbs break down

I sit hopping like Hatiko
While you are engaged in gymnastics
sad when the face comes with a boot
When you breathe a plastic bottle

Lera said so I didn't even try to find a girl
It remains to have existence in your nasty two-plate
make a trap
Even in a dream, I'm not a frog.

I go with a rat for distillation
Focusing on the lights, lighthouses
I turn your thoughts like coal
Hoping for sparks

my sadness is not limited
I'll stay in a stack to the lips, it would seem fine
so beautifully sparkles on your face
every word on my heart carved

Happy New Year bitches
because of ethyl in my words again glitches
The atmosphere of the Russian Chernukhi
and I went to cut hands

Avairing between the inhabitants in the air flow
I illustration of the 21st century in a schoolboy tutorial
My glance is fixed on asphalt
Exactly as 9 years ago

Then he just wanted to call a loved one
I see the memes that you like, but there is no one to throw them
Now no one will enter into proximity
I want my heart no longer beat