Текст песни alfaro - не попаду в жизн

Roma:

at the moon eyes without sizes, and I do not remember
Old Master Sometheet from Art
In my head, only stupid love and everything is not in those sides
and with their woundings lips bitching guy pressed inside the button
Old Bashmak
Exaglement and society -
this is what positions me as a mechanism
I came deep into without leaving from below
Called a buzz in cozy cornices and picnic baskets
While labels were confused with incentives
While everything is cute, yes cute, live like meat,
Singing on the commemoration
And to sharpen the lasies as Euphoria will reach, sorry
But here each Crystina without half to half under the brittle

what testimony to hell
I am the only one
I have exponentially exponentially and sideways
After all, there someone will dream of a sea, and dullness,
and each has its own dream sieve in the urn
Autumn asphalt colors
Autumn threw on the waltz, and autumn healed under the new rules
with their authority before irresistible
And each has its own dream sieve in the urn
I will parasitate or try to hit
It's time for you to live with a big letter
I - the celever of each of your elements
I love when the rain swells the crying children's, street
After all, Mom left under the garden, and gave money for dinner
And then it is so cool to sit in pure, or stand up on the chair
and shout that no one worthy to be a man of immaul
which is the degree of aggression into the degree when fun passes the events of frozen
And there the child himself will cut tenderness by the cross section of Cesarean
Say, lost condemnation
from a gray person without a head at a time there