Текст песни НКНКТ - Курсивы

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We have not only one italics,
But the damn thing of course won't be superfluous, because it's still so beautiful
When flowing down through holes sho exhaust
From which the soot is drowned, we press the muzzle on your forehead, uncle,
Which pins us, since the topic is open to the spot,
I also like the sound when cigarettes are smoldering
but I don't like the sound full of fucking bullshit
And you, you would be re-educated to my grandfather,
Without harm, faith is with the beats,
In what you call the style of this verse bread
And what you call life seems to us a special task.

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Mutim HiptudaHap, masters in these matters,
Someone in touch, my Niger, exactly inflated #Vishest