Текст песни aftermorning - Враг моего врага

Bitulya Sasha, rhyming on without coughing,
Status as of the Throat nasvay - nauseated.
Sitting at the mirror - unbuttoned soul
At the end I go crazy, like John Nash Jnr.

Enemy of my reflection in the shop windows and frontal here
Mood damped - Hunting erupt.
As the Joker, put this world smile, but fear,
I love life three times, but only fuck with the brain.

It's not the load on the ears, as in Italy kitchen,
And let Sasha on fire - he went out immediately,
Image of screaming under the ear, as a copy of the audio disk,
The same underground cat, let me Whiskas.

He pours out the soul in the selection, on topics stricter
Circled the area, but not Serge I - a kite.
While on the brain fools running, you will utter foolish,
The enemy of my enemy - it's my nature.