Текст песни Кристофер Робин - 2. Про любовь

Ebalsya so otorvad Baba scalp
a couple of days ago it was
I still finished with her hair in his hand
screaming in pain and from the buzz
and dick knows what greater
I finished off her 2mya rounds of TT
He did not flinch a finger on the trigger
and I put the barrel jacket
the kitchen hot tea and two walnut road
I hastily poured and drew two more top
but fuck
It is not dead
Four breathed on the tiles leaving the snot with blood
And can write about love so hard to
Alarmed at the thought Arthur anal spreading a fool
in communal toilet
there's usually women-habalki
but lovers of words on 2-3 sticks
I spit on the dick whole floor ha
then in fashion and not gash on starinochke vodyary
cut glasses drunk snouts
but then I only reason ponmutnenie
as the average Russian man
Shmarov eventually got cancer
and then came up to my nose the sweet smell of PMS
I kicked her in perdak
Well, fuck it stinks so?
Kety then it would give me a pussy
As a result, two were wounded and a third in hell tusit
less need to drink Tussin
I went to the shop
to knock sushnyachok very nevesylymi thoughts
suddenly go haywire campaign cerebellum
and I fell right into a puddle and realized:

Love is not why I'm talking about it and do not write
Do not listen to the heart, think of the head or a member of the
And it's better when you Kirill or Pashok
Than when Masha, Irina and Lena