Текст песни НЕТ - курения культура

In the fall, summer will come immediately after spring
I stand in the supermarket near the lonely pine
here jambs only in birds they scream to me
Stretcher are already driving in a white car from a mustache driver
Usam do not trust but without them people dick pros
days and years mixed in one porridge she delzyged on panties
I did not succeed and that I lost my watch
All my feelings have lost nuch bad dogs
love toxin spoil noses
on the wrong one went rash
on wounds to me salt sinking

From these stories, I am already fed from the views of oblique
I want to sleep in the middle of the forest
Under the supervision of fox under the cover of dew
Handflows of the earth me scree
The last glass does not need to carry
existence to justify do not ask
Magaded the desire for your first birthday
From the rebirth of me Shiva

I listen only to the noise read only the waste paper
The inflamed mind looks like a TV channel Culture
How did I not know but tried with fool
From the mezzanine fell on the old carpet and took his texture
that the doctor prescribed by mistake
inside accepted but never saved my nature
Behind the bread in the astral walk dreamed of a lip not a fool
But Mana did not make care even on the profession of Troubadour
No notes nor Sigal forgot Where my score
Of all the rules are essential only smoking culture