Текст песни Денис Arctic - книги орали на полке

Books on a shelf shouting
Obscene thoughts aloud,
I sat on the floor in this a trap.

existence of thought
Penetrates into my brain,
After all, do not just think about it -
I gave the rod.

I shouted loudly,
Trying to restrain his mind,
His lips were trembling, it was despair.
I sat on the floor and shouted,
I brought immunal,
Someone slept there,
Someone shoved a finger in cash *,
Someone danced the twist,
I was stunned whistle
It was published by
Blowing air through the lips,
I was crushed, because he was rude.

E * Anaya existence,
Why such consistency?
Why are we here?
Many people think to eat,
There is something more important than pasta and stew,
Perhaps this is your Dushenko.