Текст песни Jane Air - Драг диллер

They do not have the words ,
No text -
They walk around the room,
Unable to find a place for himself .
My black thoughts -
The answer to Chamberlain .
You're next dead ,
I pierce your vein.

Interestingly,
Take whether people like me in paradise ?
Maybe take.
Go , find out .
checkbook
25 checks
For money
Per person.

I pierce your vein.
I'm still here is not the first ,
I still do not last dragdiller .

It's just -
You can trade different :
Black , white ,
Blue, green , red.
On how many people
Who want to kill me ,
Headache ,
And thirsty.

To live
You just need to repent ,
But it makes no sense -
In heaven do not put down .
Tile, concrete
And gestured to the door -
Here is my freedom,
Bury .

I pierce your vein.
I'm still here is not the first ,
I still do not last dragdiller ,
Mazafaka !

slugs me
On hand from the glass !
Fuck me in the shot ,
In two black trunk !
Later to nowhere !
You can stay
With me! I am not your enemy !
I just medicine
Envy ,
From minor offenses !
Bring It On! Hurry !
I have chills !
dull pain
again woke up
And you have touched ...