Текст песни Приход Святого Егорки - Детские стишки

I'm so not close it
There are higher goals
And your risk of loss
Only children's tantrums
Dream evil which does not end
Not because I'm your pack. Faritovich my middle name
Fashioned bulk releases. Never disiv.
How long ceased to wait on the gentlemen of letters.
Leave your footprint small. It is necessary to notice, we see
Oppresses me tired. From life. Not a spectator I'm in it

All these poems destkaya
Bullshit
Tails so gut
With rope and soap
I am the blood of the sacred cow
I am in broad pus bulls
My Way - Energy transport systems
Not Free love

My caring pain bites into song
It is an ugly necessity is the mother, she dreams about the mess
And black slurry into the brain
Fenozepam have even
Not protects from tears
In a strange dvenadtsatietazhke.
Poor someone. He wears a collar around his neck
If you understand that I will not be cheaper
And not the cheap my text. And it is not kindergarten.
Zhitna wear it honestly? Pathos. Hell.
Joy's brother, when the day goes well
But again, it dreams and presses the trigger apnea
And your children kill threads and enrage
When a herd of drunken whores shouting lyrics
I hate the most healthy body
Most hernia in the brain stem has long flown
And you do not value yourself. And the fact that there have
Maybe that's why I'm here at this moment,
All your children's poems - banal infection
And the text should cover up and no show
All your children's songs - with the fact that a fat besites
Even without knowing how cool that you're healthy and alive.

All these poems destkaya
Bullshit
Tails so gut
With rope and soap
I am the blood of the sacred cow
I am in broad pus bulls
My home - Energy transport systems
Not Free love