Текст песни Deema Make - провода

do not touch the wires
they live
this is my last
a warning

remains only
our attraction to you
it is no longer we
I do not have it

we come to St. Petersburg
and there are hurled case
but I became increasingly
only to kill you

wherever we were
another absurdity
first wolves graze
then transported to court

irony on manitora
your computer
half the people
nevernutsya out

someone crazy descend
and return loss
We will be dissolved in the ground
from Monday to Sunday

Melita every canoe
about the future
it is not serious
be generous where cunning

us anything unnecessary
war a lot of money
I raise my mug
it poured fifty dollars

criticizing words
overtaking senior
udevlyus new
but mad stoned

vyrostaet generation
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clock ticking
and reminded that