Текст песни БЧ ГОРДЫЙ - ВОЛШЕБСТВО

Andrey18.03.15
Andrew Proud

you're a dream to chase
as if in agony
I am strong in action
possible type of smug
not surround the beast with no price
as well as virginity veins hands
And you, son handles bandage
semicolon, every day as a drinking bout,
Rastafarian you become like Samad,
and every day at Kumar, HEU
who worked on himself, someone for a gain,
then thrown overboard if you are not in herbal sharish
posthumously to the plant, and on weekends at bars
Life is not ours, others leave
from the live catch a buzz, and hurled stuff
Could John ze sky
I will not let Nicola Tesla
although sometimes he is tied to a chair, I firmly
I shove lyrics, sometimes I think what for.
suffer evil, who I predicted failures.
barriers passed, Power steering and a thousand megawatts.
only touch on and divide into atoms. what is our fault?
Go that programmed roads Sadin on the face, but my stsat it.