Текст песни удивлённый бушеми - корица

One I smelly
I will share only what I took
Joy is broken in the bitter forest
I am glad that the blind sacrifice became
Cute stiffness and soft trick
Collar smells vanilla if you love vanilla
Drunk sophism and distant proximity
In the idle delirium, the wind will stop the wind

Pensively look at dust
We are migratory birds
Nice tickles in the nose
Sweet smell of cinnamy

Maybe you ghost and go soon
I don't care about it
Now you are here - sit and eat
Yes, and I'm used to waiting for you
This is not an elegy, not epigram
This is half a mnife predicate
Think too late, and fear early
Be under the spike roses, I will stay glad