Текст песни nepridumalname - Вонючая Вода Лежит На Любимой Земле Колыбели Души

Fifty-one, you went to troparia
Played creatine and the lantern left
My scream is given to you, and not given by a meme,
So that the staple does not give us staples,
The champion before the fight bought inspiration,
Penetrated by needles and verse for a moment,
Oblivion in front of water in a pond where it’s beautiful,
Lying nettles, cleaned the boot on the fret,
The mustache has long been tired of hanging in the back of the head on the go,
They didn’t burn in bed how he cooked his ear, well, well,
Tell another mumu that the southwest
Doesn't clean Surgut, why the hell do I need it,
It’s not so easy to fly under the stars
I would like to be under the patrick with an iron brick,
They sat on a chair, put in an album,
Three songs were sung there, recorded an album.