Текст песни Poison Rec - Извне

Life is not a buffet and not a gift
Perhaps I unlikely to sit on Chevrolet Camaro
Perhaps maybe can be women and bars
We are scattered with young, staying with Navar
Morning, wind in face, airport - my opera
Sorry now she is not with me,
TET-A-TET, Lips Bitter Chocolate
Time will put everything in places by making Shah and Mat
March draws in the soul of the sun rays
My Besam Maucho torment me
In the afternoon I need ten thousand angels and a point
I pray at night and about one of the angels
Jeans in Klochery, Minor Flood has come
And quiet mail goes all metal
I read it easier for me from the Cork of Marx "Capital"
What I get to get, what I got