Текст песни Gs - Эдипов комплекс

Why are you so my Teresa
I'm with you do not cry
Crumpled bed, remorse,
Tears on the pillow
And this night it
Moral principles executioner
Called awareness
Change anything later
It all started
Since April mad
Something more than just
Maternal Kiss
Affected child inside
There was a desire
Bloodlines
Dwindle
It was a sick craving
Two sick people
Oedipus complex as
Generator dreary ideas
She closes her eyes
And he hated his father
Thoughts in a heap, my God,
I guess I'm crazy
Age gap
Somewhere near dvadtsaketa
She vspomniala youth
Blew him Shtaket
And no matter how strong was the love
All this
They had
derzhatt zone in the strictest confidence

Chorus (2 times)

Give the recipe
What's to stop the process
Life KP MS
Dreamed continue incest
This is the story,
In which there are no seats available,
Common rasudok under arrest

And this passion has been
Ognian like lava of Vesuvius
Proximity drunk with her
About nprodolzhal create madness
Time inevitably melted
As the first snow
Flew past the days and
In the abyss led the wrong trail
Where are you
Do not go stronghold of my perverse dreams
But his words are drowned
Uninterruptible shower
As he stood golovnyak
just before midnight
Apparently she decided it all
On acid mine
Bracho moved to the house
Night, noisy taverns
Eats hatred
He schёl clenching his fists
Door clicked well
Fatal picture
He found her with her father
Household routine
One moment
Linen was scarlet
And in the morning already found sledak
Cold body
Asking the question
You can not get an answer
And not every moment in life
Has its price

Chorus (2 times)

no longer storitelingom
Fucking entourage
Alas, no matter how cool do not you like
Do not understand the whole essence
Trendy hip hop mutated
In a blind rifmomontazh
Piderasy rush to glory
Let them shine fucked
Make dynamics
Look not blundered ptsan
More nonsense in the texts
And most importantly consonance
You all modnyavye,
But as cats pissing in Katsan
And merges with the advent of
An opportunity
Moscow on Courage
I exactly in the catacombs
We are all gray
AC so little of this
Yes and no grmi your chicks
Far from bombs
And the concept of morality
All have long lost
They write to me
Lesch you cool lyrics
I am blown dense smoke
This is probably the wedge
Yes, let the flame does not go out
In the eyes of its Connected
Region 58
let's merge Bob ...

Chorus (2 times)