Текст песни Вышел покурить - пожелтели обои

cries under the windows, on the fate of the leash,
stars on ice, underwater napuhli milking.
slice hate the outside world,
who would be cool if there were no labels?
platinum sinks, yellowed wallpaper,
I thought to run for AIDS, but to run in a coma.
not kamelfo, burp garbage into the microphone,
she was alone, the three of us, rest kayfovo.
nazhigay hob over your love,
to redeem for a profit, but spilling the coffee.
88 on the dial swagger news
I'm still not around, but I've already near.
ends into the ground, someone will turn off the sepia,
the last series, the dead sepory.
cassette with child porn in usmert uporotyh,
relax, druzhanya, you almost torknulo.