Текст песни люблю.CBET - Панацея

Fashionable - consider yourself to patients
And not like seven billion others.
That life is unfair, whining.
About the fact that weak you will not be served.

All this "dissimilarity"
The social network is transmitted.
I will write a doctor "Passvord"
In the injections of subcutaneous
and the monthly course "Login" in wheels,
In order not to expose their native dangers.

"Favorite, I am Misanthrop, and your principles had!
You are only another hole on my belt!
Who are you?! And why are you not in the kitchen?!
Nutty! I can no longer meet with her!

The doctor was pushing about the actions of bypes
Not a word remembered, it's all to hell!
I need for sick children by husky to finish
And to unlock a couple of statues of fun.

No, I'm not sick.
To the hell of joke, it is not even funny.
And in the aircraft of life my place - cargo compartment,
And the line of fate of my
will remain on the embroidery of the creator of an uneven seam.
I am no. As everybody.