Текст песни Jet - История одного убийцы

bitch catch and he loved her at least a song and not about love
Eyes changed the view of his mind
Insects in whose head is not stopped
man desire you threw you count the thread

only the bullet of Tarakonov will stop from
Her actions will hide in a hole with blood
His bodies in love and bosomic
still brains to carry and cope not the option here

How do you want to understand I caught here
they will be won by me
Pidal Circle Circle Circle
you delko not cool you already have a blue corpse

and you fucking although it's impossible so sharply
We are all from the planet Obazyan in the coffin of worms our friends
what we eat and on the outstand the power of pussy
You put a bet, soul with you an old man ..

e-building a friend why they are me stuck
they are my console for them
Piercing their lobby to hello

e-building a friend why they are me stuck
they are my console for them
Piercing their lobby to hello

it reproduces these dreams
And only a bunch of smear saves me
From the nostrils to the gums from autumn and to spring
and even if we ask that will not be new

yes throw it all damn coke
Two white roads in the nose through the bridge in the brain
You are cockroaches with your world
rich in wars blood pouring

I fucked in my mouth, despite this
We will continue to face yet
While exporting while Drugan did not die from the alone
dense bitos which in my hands I like Thomson