Текст песни МаЛибу - Швы

My path is simple fact that tore from the bush
I left yesterday and as if she was not sick
sick sick psyche mimicry ny person
come with me on the old for the old friendship here
protikayut puddles in the streets, and we do not need you
and I've been given the gods broke a TAHT clan smoked gram round Yau
Previously, the boy grew up is now stirs the muddy water
all on fashion does not fit the people hit in the face
strength in my phrases BrAZ add on more gas
and more than once I was once nature vmazat parents knew that grief
Sea bow my lowest bow to you
these lines occur as a quiet dong
and as if it was not enough, we are constantly missing
musical scale began as a drama streets and our faces