Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Ванильная песня

She likes to sit by the window,
and drinking coffee with vanilla ...
in speakers sound Satan
she loves so much ...

and about the fish difekatsiyu
she was so like the song ...
she wants even for a moment
to be with him ...

& Quot; SPB & quot; He wrote marker
on the cigarette ...
Bitter sweet smoke draw,
listening to these songs ...

where murder and alcohol
where the homeless and prostitutes ...
and where life - it's just a pain,
where the only kind of duck ...

and she smokes and drinks coffee
on the windowsill dusty ...
Satan is in the heart drowns ice
vanilla filling ...

this is for you, fucking no Vanya mandrel,
Coelho and snotty ...
Vanilla is hardcore porn ...
overdose of vanilla ...

Vanilla intravenously ...
Vanilla ITE ...
Vanilla vnutridushno ...

vanilla foot ...
vanilla ... all you need ...
vanilla ... stuffy inside ...

and it puts the lines of his songs to the status of
and laykaet every damn message
repost every moronic song
and dreams that once they are together

that may be all they have is wonderful
Apartment in Paris with a view to happiness
She looks at the clock it was morning
and coffee in a white cup cool cool

It read & quot; i love new-york & quot;
but this nonsense she recently crossed
and instead cheap banal lines
He wrote:
& Quot; I love Svyatoslav ... & quot;

and again only steam from a cup of coffee
and again, only the sound of her columns
it is something out there singing about morphine
and runs the pain of her membranes

to the heart to the baking
in which love burns unanswered
it is hard to forget and easy to lose
but not when this is not the case that

again he wrote his name on a cigarette
podkurivaet swallows nervously smoke
smokes in hopes to forget about the poet
but again he understands that breathes them

Vanilla is the group
Satan pancakes and rain
under the window in the vanilla floating corpses
and you smoke and you drink coffee