Текст песни Олег Медведев - Форнит

Not by the way the book came,
It was soap to the rope
I reread King.
And I realized that it was.

From gray autumn threads
From Trafalgar Gary,
I composed fornita
And settled in the guitar.

I mumbled scary
I b laundered too
Over the climbing row
With such a cloudy face.

I would have a fucking ebony,
Dreaming
Bloomless worm in the sky
But the choice has already been made.

You are talking cleverly
I would like this too,
But whoever revives strings,
You can no longer be smart.

He stays at night
In radiance from Zenith,
Where diastoles are the first lines
Steps of my prank.

You cook again
Well begin to go
Your monologue type
Who are you needed?

Lupy at random benefit
In me now the hell is allowed
Colors of my flag
Black of your soot.

I'm leaving the dispute
About ways to enter people
After all, I will still soon
I will not care.

And enters my world close
Fort in shoes torn
I ask him to give a song
And he says "early."

It happens bold and brighter
It happens that everything is different
He is angry at all in the world
He drinks to snot and crying.

But he blows with evil he is in a hurry to help
I remember his name
I hope you remember.

When we pretend
Heavenly Intendants -
Compare Whose wing cooler
Perhaps then you ...

That happiness is very
Unimportant substitute
Diastolam first lines
And the songs about Forn.