Текст песни Proba - Вышка

And this bitch painted shoes shoes
At exactly my mother, the creature is unhappy!
Still screaming like that defiant
Well, nothing native, I flew to my joy
Like that scum in the blouse from Versace
God, how hurts head! What does it mean ..
Stone walls, ceiling and ice chills ..
STOP! I am fine! And not such a freak.
Do you remember this paw? Rachkom put at times
I bit and fought, and I caught Ecstasy!
Laughed killing, her hair ripped
For nothing will know where I buried it.
When there was a little - stamped kittens with hands
Afraid of mom's sticks, spent the night in the basement
Over the years it has become hot, he shared everyone at once
Pretty little sister fucked without mercy
Now the tower - the end of the term is not nearer
Better I would immediately go, this world is so low
On the body of the knitting needle when I dream of their faces
And it makes no sense to continue life last
Oh, quite a heart! Sorry, God ..
I gave the soul to the debt, but I came soon in the morgue
Stretch here eternal term.
Watch would be a belly yourself, if only b could ..

Proba - Tower