Текст песни Fritz Rolland - курит намного реже

I personally threw a handful of grave
so become indifferent
Now it remains just a guest
the one who would become a close and personal
I am smarter than a few scars,
and a few more losses
Well, where are you now?
None of whom, if in me
nauseam treats taste new women
I'm empty and beautiful as a ritual bodies on fire
caught red-handed anger
I am free, and holy, awaiting the snow
And the sky falls snow
and then we will be able to choose
but probably do not want to
Let's forgive each other
the enemy of the enemy and catch Naquin loop
I had a great sleep
you are allowed into the saliva and tears of delight
one dick bozhenka or Grandfather Frost
Tumo not breathe mёrzni
kamon fuck
and only the snow on your leather boots
again shows the difference between us
pussy to his reptilian mother
Om Namah Shivaya ...