Текст песни омонра - здесь был лупян

Peter - Moscow
window seats
I'll rip his names off my thin lips
She's so slim
what is the depth, i can't see the bottom
herbs in amber, seasoning under the nails
and vigorous lava through the veins
I can smell and rustle - black sweater
Moscow - Peter
Peter pan ding dilin clit rubbing
kiss on the doorstep, kiss in the elevator
her brushes and manuscripts in Hebrew
she takes paint from my lacerated wound
dancing from Mitino without interference on the screen
texts are written in full

and if only everything was not bad there was lupyan
and on the street I don't look pigeons in the eye
so far from surfing
there is only leather curling between your legs
Aleksandrovich's tongue someone pulled
for a couple of bets
before my eyes an arbitrary change of screensavers
user change
without saving data
I crossbeams wildebeest
its curved screen
I drink tap water but wounds do not heal
left by independent countries