Текст песни kommunikaция - другу

Our friendship ended as a series of "South Park"
like jokes about gays and dunce classmates.
I started smoking before college in these arches
and suffer for vanilla, to call you without trying.
There were all robots, we are with you were alive.
We joked about our Trudovik and deprived of his salary.
Now you're on A6oy, listening to "a bullet to fly".
And then the noise in the bus, how it was bitching.
Understanding perfectly. We have an excellent example
Symbiosis of Russia to the Caucasus, Orthodoxy and Islam.
It's my fault, my friend. The depth of the seas can not be measured,
that poured from crying with laughter, without unnecessary grams.
You're pumped up, I was cold and very ohudal.
You graduated from college, and I dropped out, and probably became dull.
We can also hang out, but it seems no longer possible.
At best, we are friends, that is not seen with the spring.

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Cleaner in a closet chocolate erase from the ceiling.
Banks "crown" and "Falcon" throw saddened "Morgan Freeman".
This song is almost a "hi" and almost "is."
This song, as if by chance, will not forget your name.
Someone less eccentric shout "Viiiiitya!" on the whole floor,
someone more appropriate to the bench push classmate.
I did not think that this memory will be sad and very important
and I am glad that it was all because we were cool.
Someone less witty call Alain stupid
and joke about a dog's dick, it's nothing like that.
I'm probably not the same, and you hike another.
The phone rings in an empty apartment and
traffic lights at "Maklakova".