Текст песни M1ЯASh - Такса на счастье

Picture of the inventors of the taxes for happiness
So-so passion
So you are stressed to carry
And as ashes unnecessary not shaky
Revenge forgive to go back
These words will go on the way
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I know that there is an intense bike and for stronger I read me
There are different caliber these are connected we
How the fish falling on the network should apparently
Believe that our words will understand children
Happiness where are you
At least a piece of bloom I want a lot and not fuck
Urine lines from nonfilts
We were not dust loyal
We saw Dali Dana
We ourselves do not look for heaven
They could have been able to help
They do note deaf
Who screams to them stupid but believe in them
I probably still do not hear their cry
Yes at least something would believe
Wine open a corkscrew and not these doors
Poems run dashing molva about the poet
Shopot for century
I will become strong staying in the checkout
Everything in stopping me to fool
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I remember the first time when I went to the scene
Agitated voice in moderation
I gave out the decybel to the aponent
People were enough for me
That I raised my hands exactly to myself
Accurate Purpose Rimniet Chain
From words that in my head
And hunger victories did not give Lafa to drive all on fire
Earlings Understand over time
Migrated and now fastens a friend
My songs weep about what around
I'm not Chukch, but about this raid
In order not to be prisoner
I will be faithful
His principles
And not strangers there
Well, we add swords from the shoulder not Ruby
Remove the masks and proudly cry
I am a person who does not see the reasons for those
In order to escape from what he lived
And for what he put himself into music
Similar to the trial so decided
What would this POT fate peak
Stepping with your barefoot nagu to peaks
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Seriousness in the voice brought age
Sulfur loyalty but better so no refund
Honestly since childhood thanks mom
I am given as a stick of cops she
Manting dart to dozen there
But you can not see the wall it became
With the way my experience is presented
Do not appreciate the road parcel
Let both the platinum are not covered
Pay, but I am for INUB Chan
Dachshund happiness I counted himself
Will come time to pay according to
Let him beat the rack
But no longer attempt is
After all, poverty we are not reading
She where greed priority
For earning coins
And waiting for a stable moment
Look more chasing here
What drew a verse
The demon on the horns there is no place
And in heaven in paradise
I was not waiting for me so early
But as if the card did not lie
I need an illegal
All because I did not lie
And sometimes I shouted for help to heaven