Текст песни Сл. А. Костюнин, муз. и исп. Людмила Тимоева - В раскрытых ладошках страниц

In open palms pages

In open palms pages
I carry myself to the world.
Ready for him to rush NIC
When there is a good king.

I raged the rhyme on the pussy,
By quenching yourself in humans.
I pressed the word to the heart,
Poets surfactant on the chest.

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Spinning, lay lines
Without the shadow of rotten wormochin.
So returned butterflies,
Under the shelter parents.

I raged the rhyme on the pussy,
By quenching yourself in humans.
I pressed the word to the heart,
Poets surfactant on the chest.

...

In open palms pages
I carry myself to the world.
Ready for him to rush NIC
When there is a good king.

I raged the rhyme on the pussy,
By quenching yourself in humans.
I pressed the word to the heart,
Poets surfactant on the chest.

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