Текст песни охуенный репачёк бля - Баллада

Such music I feel that I owe
Write another sad song about Aizu
MAZ And so it would be correct
would remove the clip and runny on the radio it would take
He told me how much I would love my wife
I would ask you to forgive me for what I behave badly
In the picture, she would remove her son and Moscow river
I hold his hand on the beach and would have won the stable
But here is another picture of the soul ilzita cage
Bashlyaet top fifty dollars gray Deviatiny
Or go to Tamara Kontstanitnovne
But shame - I'm blue in Massine
By tomuzhe already 4 in the morning dawns impossible
I was lucky to base a native of Central Asia
Half an hour before the house twisted Pona
I sit by the window and humbly will write about trechok gandzhubasik

Mama forgive me, forgive me, Dad
For Kumar and sorry for the smell
Smoke the ceiling ashes on the floor
My son is engaged hip hapom
Mama forgive me, forgive me, Dad
For Kumar and sorry for the smell
Smoke the ceiling ashes on the floor
My son is engaged hip hapom

What I've read about it
How many will read - I do not know
But I know that it is not harmful
I was called a washed-Torch konrkretnym
I keep dying like I feel sorry for the poor
White Nike sneakers - slowly at Mozhayke food
The guy with dreadlocks give me two packages
No pieces of paper are not well, what kind of nonsense is
Bong half meters it chistoganom hydra
I do three consecutive no Hapki morning
Sori Bro world in touch we'd better tomorrow
I smoke like the smoke will blow'm like always
Annoyingly though the fact remains
Until I twisted, I can not have breakfast
I did not fall asleep until'll blow Blunt
I like it tried to tie
And the deal was held for six months but it all went wrong
Everything was good, I was a good man caught Vimes
They even began to look nice
But for half a year has not been a day that I did not dream of the little hidden heel
Do not listen to his uncle guys for a long time everything is clear to him
He sings just about byaki
And I will take in hand the torch in the tube mazafakin grass
And I do not care ah Like u know ur
Let ka come
Yes, I love to blow one but not the essence vdoem sit
How we love on the banks of the Moscow River
With a light hand to compose a poem about schools
Not well, you count nailed a pair Shtaket
Smoke on the roof lowered his there before dawn
By Shurik nashevelil about it a couple of verses
Simply no nicho but even so I would not recommend

Mama forgive me, forgive me, Dad
For Kumar and sorry for the smell
Smoke the ceiling ashes on the floor
My son is engaged hip hapom
Mama forgive me, forgive me, Dad
For Kumar and sorry for the smell
Smoke the ceiling ashes on the floor
My son is engaged hip hapom