Текст песни Moskwa - ей позвоню снова, а она номер сменила

it's not that important bit mannered
shy faithful favorite bitch
parted enemies so everything is very bad
I did not answer in love there is a sucker
and it's kind of like my dick on the tracks poems
headache relaxed view of the fist bandage
anger broke and sick and loved
Bitch all hands in the blood
want the grass is already poisoned
viskar diluted juice and look what that incriminating
Che is not correct all of the canons and rules
everything seems exactly has now scram on gravel
crush wallpaper and 3am Monitor
He wrote one calling in Silver Bor
says fun and there will be all our
how to get these parties booze and Ganja

calls ignore new life to old photos
you do not have them already, they have long been erased
but why? But who knows what (ha)
a lot of time had passed, she had found the groom
can not climb into her life ... then why I write
just love tearing the roof as cheese head mouse
often forget to breathe at least temporarily
I probably nonsense, the morning of the beast
I came home behind closed doors for half an hour
sleepy, legs do not hold, headphones cast
already got her calls and your questions
prose poem, memory echoes of hell
I have not heard her voice wistful
You can take a taxi? because I want so much
come to a beautiful bouquet of candy champagne
just a fool in a time of swearing, rudeness

now 10 months somewhere and maybe nine
at first did not communicate at all, I did not believe gulyaliya
it all end and more unlikely to be together
gop wrote songs and blew gash on the entrances
He mowed by summons to the army balcony Narnia
kalyanchik smoked with friends, drank Lada Bar
I changed the girls one by one, sought only
well, such that without complexes and with a bunch of principles
and then clubs Bix, coke, night and day
troubles consequence of tablas in prostonorodii wheels
club life this morning taxi 6
the driver will be fun all the way to enrage
comedown, I swear to myself that soon throw
tired already scaring the mother in the morning drunken rozhoy
she called again and she changed her number
Well, nothing there is still time, and there are forces