Текст песни Ф.О.-2 - Реферат

The sun caresses the evening
The sky really puts candles
Time itself carelessness
Arrows to infinity
City scare people
Bastard's eyes narrowed
Something he bastard, conceived
Who cops wake ????

Wind in umat drunk
Licking passers-face
Races in vertical
You got a rod in
Memory bus stops
Conscience in your Perlovka
Faith in the bottom of the glass
We do not need more ????

Will sings songs
Janitor tears overtures
Loyalty counts as roskosh-
The thing is your not-fry
Do you want to know the nature?
Pride, swallow it, fool
You know, as now vstrechayut-
Those whose breasts medals ????

Woe, woe, my you
Mourning, victory Croutes
Objectives find those walls
Too often, genes
Strong-resistant does not mean!
Tricky does not mean, clever!
With my mind-Russian ...
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