Текст песни Курара - Грясь

In whiskey, the taste of blood
Who knows this allegory
Who knows exactly such a category of drink
After the lighter whistle
And sticky bar as in the novel of Charles Dickens
I adore this condition
Here would be in the mid-90s
Highly stylish sincerely

I hate naked positive
Not beautiful
And besides past cash
At the checkout did not take the surrender
By the way about the beautiful
Know in the nape
We stuck electrolyliques
Such thoughts
How much is your soul weighs
Earth attraction infuriates
I would give birth to my mom back
In the mid 60x
Cheerful fun

What are the children
On another planet
Every evening watch the series
About each of us
Not local communication
I saw in newspapers version
Is there life on Mars
No
There is dirt in us
And light from our tools
Dirt in us
And light from our tools
Dirt in us
And light from our tools