Текст песни beattonarko - я торговец наркотиков.я честный торговец наркотиков

warm shawl grandmother mother when I ice creams
smear your hands on your skin skinny mug
help plan for me, God help her
barely standing on his feet pulled a knife out of the sheath
I hacked around all when it will be possible
with foam around the mouth in the grave will be thrown
give the news that crazy here crumbles
old men, women and even small crumbs
cruel world and I was the kindest here
beard grew while writing this verse,
put forth a riddle as a person to become a wool
the body itself provides the answer under buteratom
rattled stories to death telly
kazhduy day of the week brings the world of loss
not hear hysterical deaf Teterya
sitting in a tree grown from seed rotten
no time for people here every greedy
said to myself, okay pulling loop
Take pray to where otyhayut
in this marathon I fucking die ...
Cat on the windowsill, his elbow on the armrest.
Rain outside the window, for the soul of a penny.
cat on podokonike elbow on the windowsill
rain outside the window of the soul of a penny
not please me saints,
but only chanting in my ears that life is good
Sin is black, with faith in Allah,
send drugs fuck.
Well, see you soon, or I tell her,
After seeing her again in the company of friends.
She looks at me and I at her too.
Do not like her that smoke it not I, but, Sergei.
She beckons me its smell and appearance.
Abandon it? I must be a moron!
I said sebe.Podumal ... Going to the spirit.
Sat close to her, his mouth dry.
Looked at neё.Nezhno unrolled and blew ...
Pozhozhe created we had for each other.
One way, in which we go along,
Let the beast it is, but the soul is singing her song.
I am grateful for her fate and pray to Allah.
Give me the strength not to send it to the dick.
in order to banish sadness slashed with shoulder
Th? dumb eventually stick
no need to cry about it
one who is on top of a dick to be silent.