Текст песни Omi1 - Тапки

Minor, for ten years, has created a list of killersky
Mom turns compote home, in the house of sugary taste
Where to hide the thimble three pearls that both sour Skittles
There is debris on the bars as ticks Bengali ficus

He grew up, then Motel on a mustache
If you are proud of the figure that in the square above the inscription RUS
Luck as the exchange rate, there is a fierce pulse
Today, trash on hand tomorrow trump ace

Trees lose their leaves in the fall
Also, as people lose their lives in all of their loved ones
Who today removed from the list?
With a hole in the head will find a bed with obvaflennoy Bix

Neither more nor less, youth, old age
Where the damaged fruit, cleaned and rushing the whole herd
Otrihtuyut and leave to swim in the gutter
Bright blood without a tuxedo and sneakers