Текст песни Баранов Виталий - Слова

many who do not have with me, and how even the equally
even so great to look at it on the other side
wear the crown and to the house after a hard day
Ale, bratuha, no money, drove me (me)
Click digit intercom and I will start
I even feel the house will again be sad
whitefish sigoy of ashes on the floor or empty containers
I wrote that bitching. I will write to her
where it was in July, now what the fuck it
Th head knocked fool or am I stoned
then I was slim bullies, like the tenth year since
and I do remember my tracks on her nokii
I brewed again and hike somewhere in Asia
I tama laziyu climbers for neglecting branches
hang (aa) said, "I will come." - Well, come (come)
I was sick and I will not be warned

I do not believe the words
although I myself nachudil lot
I'm sorry for what I said to you
and I forgive you for what I said

This was followed by that for increasing the (o)
make up again, fuck you parishsya (eh?)
you because women chtoli or Th really weighty? (Hear?)
let sharply. I am waiting for an hour at the entrance (the entrance)
fucking coat, fucking voice (voice)
Others wrote that kicks off my hair (hair)
It touches me when I was in a very noisy group
when the focus there is annealed fucking (da)
when it is already dark, and on the pavement reflection
when the stage under Shafei and to just give a damn
when out of the blue Mutish wonderful movement
when it was at the stress, but alas, I have not (not me)
fucking Th for garbage, I'll get up in the morning again
but I crossed out, gray, garbage, re-write
but just do not call and do not even think to answer
if it has, and without you there is someone in mind

I do not believe the words
although I myself nachudil lot
I'm sorry for what I said to you
and I forgive you for what I said