Текст песни Поцелуй Бомжа - Тонус Ануса

Unpleasant feces smeared in the bedroom
Every centimeter of the walls and ceiling .
Harsh and brutal , the third day of anal
The thunder did not cease .

Drank from a radish , young and fresh ,
Plump and rough beige instrument .
Healing close, I will live as before,
Blocked brown head soaring !

The rod tightly gritted , hoisted over the production ,
Coolly compressed grip that is forces .
The fabric of hot flesh intoxicated by stared ,
With splashes and subdued whistling anus .