Текст песни эхопрокуренныхподъездов - раздавит

winter mixtape on the clock unit of the thirty,
eye socket still smoke.
Now for Nice * would fall bis
through the open door of the refrigerator.
but no, it is the principle of stained stairs,
particle lamp in the luminaire.
22.11
We continue to cook.
it is those who are not in the hospital,
but be sure to die this winter.
it is a requiem for Mittens with stars
and eyelashes froze,
This is my anthem departing birds.
the fact that until the spring should break, rather than melt.
that will put all the places.
December,
that we have to crush * ui.