Текст песни ammonius - В этой мутной

Tell me, why are rod up? Krut after
Do not bother to sing and lie, copper hands warm,
Can not for the talent, the jester, continue.
Horror, solid FASTER ...
When you first blooms, I'm waiting for death.

I froze
Gorgon in the mirror showed all notebooks, all sheets
And the text for the sake of laughter. Shame ...
Call them right.
Korobov handwriting bury their second year essays
After a chorus of white walls, steles ashes

Macrocosm, his drooping crosses
Gore already betrayed his scowl.
It brings not really the one that gave impetus to finish
Not started with kindergarten imbitsil EP.

And poher a bitch! I am with coffee and a day, as if the sky
Ducks fly. The brain - a jelly.
How Posudin broke Krakow, chips,
God does not judge - judge Multikassa in the church.
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Paralyze you again, pokes his head,
As if the owl, drawing my little world it is consumed.
Rebuild hundreds of ideas stolen images
In this dusty and shabby skull.