Текст песни какая я колонна - ведь ты не нужен ей

From under my subfields saves thirst to live
from under my subfields at least thirst to live
From under my underground honey without bees Laughter integrated

In any human joint, everything is unsecured
Honor to choices for eyes for eyes in cute hen mittens
if you walked my field habits
then wool shuffle my field habits and no more

I like salute
my hazard is a moment and then the Lord will click on Mute
I'm slipping out of the sky so deliberately awkward
You have a picture of a baby in the dishes (the teeth will teach the carrot)

You - funny, bad, favorite ... Rhythm of the Russian turnip,
Cheap Alkoy, the words of the twentieth century, the definition on this.
My knees were frozen. You were happy and drunk, objectivism.
Atlant plays the bed, and only me remains what he betrayed and sold

In my universe there will be less mirrors and more time
so that everyone can be not a bit more definition
And when the night comes with its usual dark blue spot
Everyone will remain, but we leave, we will still stay, but we leave.

and it will be difficult to believe the Patsan word of relationships and measures
For we still have a ball on the field flying between the gate of Mars, Venus
And except in the pitch of the universe charming stuck salutes
Chips blur the table. Life is a kind, humor.

After all, you do not need her
You do not need to sing her
she doesn't need it
she doesn't need it

You do not need them
You do not need them
To live they unnecessary to you
Memory comes at the end

03 17.