Текст песни Михаил Елизаров - Ассоль не срет

Not gonna shit on scarlet sails
Silks.
When she dreams drops drooling.
Alas, no one had enrolled
Till
In our Balaganchik dwarf and a hunchback.
So it seems reasonable phantom
She is languishing, stroking the clitoris.
But we have long read her twitter.
And everyone knew about this and about that.
Not yet purchased galliot Gray,
But here
She paints nail dick on the mast.
A mast is not, and the ship, and blue
Waters -
There is nothing even laugh or cry.
Why rushing off and the bat
And delish vulgarity Enter key
Neither God nor the king, nor even a fitness center
Saving can not sad exterior
We played along her back when,
Child
Regularly prince known as the Prince,
Who would have thought that the whole interval
later,
Whiff room aviary and zoo.
It is easy to take a tip for success
And looking down as the Inquisitor.
For us it does not need the clitoris,
And Twitter has these and those.
Among one verbal poverty
Shade sails stained faeces.
As clearly visible in the shade of scarlet
Her disembodied dream.