Текст песни d.handy - э х о л е н и н с к о г о

Sky crushed lumps on the pavement rumor
as I have a few days in a row
Only words dumb fucking and chewing gum taste saccharin E-954 or E-960 stevioside

I have the shoulders to the end of the day hanging to toe,
and smeared with thieves in action
I yell,
but the soul of the prospectus in the hundreds of decibels,
rather than plaintive squeak.
temporal share more than just hurt.
fly cross-cutting, with a whistle.

I went to a lot of these roads,
whether they have been my go,
reveling in the evening weakness, combining my comic impotence to unnecessary risk ..
now and from now on I was porovnu.chisto.