Текст песни Капюшон - Эмфиземы

Kopyushon in my mind's eyes of my family
my tongue dirty air in the reg
campaign for all lizbiyski
If the word is not enough or run out thoughts
I do not really wake up so close
write alone to read and listen to the same
I now 18 I'm good
the rustle of the loop I blinkers blinkers scars polyshou
cough was
but his voice gets increasingly
I gnaw my nails and I have them all on clicks
I would have blown up the tube
pecked to Bosko crispy
would drink beer laughing
whinnying be with the boys on this
but today I fell asleep in the middle
like the sky was changing my clothes
started up on jeans cloth
aircraft landed in the area of ​​forest plantations
I appreciate the fact that he left Dufresne and Redemption
for the sake of music, and I'm ready to fall in love with ears in the collar
I have a wire
and hence breakdown and dangerous
rap has no pizdabolstvo
do not you dare call it mud
end answer sheet will scratch the hand chop bones
erasing the rubber on the ground of his old cougar
not in the minds of the force and the pulsation of the heart
rain broke sheferinu
method called principle
inflated taught life and in the eyes of Oriflame
I saw under the greens more
milk under the sage who
rustling wheels types evil or chills
yet I remain huyachet stereo zeleboboy
from the south or east are part zalenekopot
kopyushon loose sleep us the same message in the ass
Kok hundreds smears jam on bread sparkling
I put on a bit of poetry Vysotsky being small
crayons wing entrances
Male wing more
first seen soaring wings until it was closed down
STC for eight grazed customers in pharmacy
I saw different dreams in opera scalded hands
calls on pervoozerke cries neked minutes
Agalakova on weekdays
on Agalakova tupim
soon the snow will go on the roof, and press down cats
soon soon deja vu dreams
so I do not leave
read the text very well, I also listen to them
I am rich, and only this
like a dove peacefully drinking from a puddle
come from Tuscany where vents smells September
Let's head to Tuscany where puppet theater
metamorphosis of the past led away somewhere
signs and stands up from the house to the Arbat
poking fingers pluck avatsii
its fun to stick to those whom we press to the bottom
I'm not an esthete in terms of life and even more so after
why I have been sent here where a point or apostrophe
protected from coconuts primychku nose
Albotros wait until the last bus
playing paddle pebbles trapped inside me
look out the window assume poles, and for one and minutes
inhale and exhale air polishing lips
stash spots and drooling
it is necessary to spit three times, yeah, knock on wood proved such a law
Yes believe it will not sell even though the Negro Jew
even so I glued and I'll smash as many
I'm so in love with this world
What is the Golgi complex
gamotsiny plus the brain, the Urals, plus the wind
Hair on the head a little plus or minus yes player
I became kinder probably tons of murazhek
antivitony Louis and its pissing shirts
from shortness of breath and ran away from colic akimbo keeping contacts in itself, rather than on your phone
I did not fashionable dick, pussy to me about the weather
at least today I kopyushon in balohone
where the foot is persecuted, and where to write morim
newspapers will write yes on any priverat
and of the goals and entrances will crumble thoughts
and my reason some sleep when night and day on the pussy
Winter conceals branches, winter flips
leaving us with a battery killing smell of asphalt