Текст песни Белый Материал - Водитель Для Веры

Like a tiger
before the throw -
Literary negro
Polozkova.
I read her horoscope.
Why isn't Polozkova's husband Polozkov?

Polozko
-you drank whiskey with co
-lay. No ice. I rubbed ice over my temple.

She hit both an eyebrow and an eye,
And into the lens.
And then we got tired
And they became lovers.
No, this is not about sex.
We did it with the brain
Under the "Metallica".

And littered and swept,
And on the mountain of neighbors
Rocked
Polozkova with conditionally Kashapov
Furniture.
Wow - the rhyme for the word "sky".

We are like the Strugatsky sisters -
They continued to swear.
We agreed that we will throw off
Everything that they wrote in their moleskines ...

After all, I'm a gansta
On me
Threats,
Investigation.
She has no chance -
With her poems to my prose.

What is it like
The feisty of the feisty
Against the best of the best.
Although we are both readers -
Not singing.
And not selling
Tickets.
I'm awesome but still
not protruding.
And everything is sold for her. No, oh!

I have no chance for Vera.
As well as love and hope.
Is that the driver
Accept me.

I'm big-eyed
so I froze,
Looking at her rear
in de-col-those.

My ex heard my moans.
I was on Vera. In "Tons".
Ask the last one about the brooch.
"This is Vera." Wow, what a cute lie ...