Текст песни плоский - молотов

I all did not paint to be alone,
And the life of me will raise me as Gerasim Mu Mu.
Give me a little female caress for the winter.
In this demo-pascvile, the smell of vaginal lubricant is lubricated.

At midnight, Lemeta seemed at the station
They floated like Sazan from the river, notes from the bit.
On a quiet range, grandfather asked for bread asks
At Popova, the accorder without stopping.

once believed in the brothers, did not hesitate to hug them in the Patzensky,
Once bought the whores of Tsatqski.
The head rushed as if she was played in Basket,
Kama rusts in seven sleeves, as if Barad in Damascus.

In the warm edges, the wagtime flies from here,
The entrances run black in T-shirts "I am Russian".
Tier a three-day beard, poke on the Start button.
Lavaed days wet in boxes on the submarine Kursk.

Follows from frost Lomit, as if the grinding
cold. like lice roam old-timers, without reason
Powder snakes in the veins, and even young people.
Sleep quiet under the machines, my little hammer.