Текст песни БЧ ГОРДЫЙ - МОРТАЛ КОМБАТ

Probably happy there in twins
my homies in the mirror
he lives in the lung,
It can be seen from far away to me

all the wounds of the two had to endure personally
and have to live among wolves at Wolf's here

Do you think I have proof? at the bar,
I saw what the tincture, I poured glasses.
I often skomkival notebook
son no waste,
and all of my text here fought to pieces

I would start with a clean slate,
but leafing through the book, I realized the meaning of mouth,
back to back and the power of the elements
I'd rather just leave the whole poem

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Someone who will help me to get out of the pit
After all, you heard my voice and found a hundred izyanov
Language drunk we discussed my songs
How it infuriates, I see the grin for your flattery

You are incompetent and can not up his cross to bear
Pride has a weight, not every possible
Age of the part depends on the location
It's happiness, but we are together in the letters

We need a plan, not Trouble and jambs
and later for a couple to plan stocks
I then poured the tea with boiling water
an hour stuck like tupit computer

And in her throat my modest evening end in a dead end here