Текст песни эхопрокуренныхподъездов - миссури

Tequila and white seeds
The night crashed rain
And your hair is hugged straw
In this sweet autodfefe
New day jumped up
I love you fucking in my mouth
we meet at nine in top Hops fuck
This day will never end
You know I don't want to fuck you
I just want to lie like Mudila
dissolving as spices bag
Packing egg noodles
Killing helpless pity
chuck out
What are your neat legs
someone else touches
recently border
between comedy and drama
Almost finally erased
I can't imagine that
On the next storyboard
But absolutely accurately sure
that you will not forget me
If I go to a concert group puppies

Mother Russia is enough with corn hands for a shake
throws into the industrial area of ​​St. Petersburg
On a dirty bed to look at the ceiling
Here you will need a beautiful
And myself will invent fucking fag
next love and start to drink your grief cheap wine

This is typical Nechoorhku
whose spirit smeared spider on parquet
and in old griming workings drunk in the kitchen rhythmically swing head
as if I accidentally wash the phrase about how it all is expensive
The night laughed and the cup with bulls fell under the table

The Metrostroy's Car Boll was accelerated
And I singing pouring fucked
I remember how the girl was twitching from the MHT on the play in his role
I remember Hydrocephalu Echorka and how they knew you at night
on blacksmith from Ligovsky fifty and your eyes sailed from me
poacher on a motor boat still when you lived on Vladimir
And I frowned in chance that I am very calm in the highlight of the garland
Once again you will not believe that I love you whispering you confused on the left ear when you stay next to a fool's T-shirt with a dog of Chow Chow

In order for a person to resist in a healthy consciousness, you only need only a bottle of Bourbon and close to the heart of a patient Heat of human hands
At night, you hear the neighbors fuck and somewhere in unknown countries there is a lemonongrass and you will kill love and alcohol asshole closes a meaningless circle
Corpse swimming on the river Missouri with a wallet and a photo of a woman
Romanticization of different huffy turns you from a man in shit

I fell in love with the idea hate the whole world but it does not come out
The night laughed took a bottle: "Go to sleep Dolboeb"