Текст песни ебло - касой

and we support illegal in your lungs ears
but also we do not put the broom is the soul
He wants to breathe even in the fierce cold
little smoke and she was torn out

a huge world in my head
one that nashevelit you for a bit new track
the one that tells it like it is talking to you
and not complain because I'm not here for that

expose people to the coffers of your soul
that for Corman were ready to strangle each
and it did not matter if
you sewed from kokogo shit

He had a love for the boy from the yard
(Daaaaaaaaaaa), I remember how it was then
Now chases moron moron
who has more than a hut or steeper aparata

blah blah I need to swinging your head
the presence of a number of canvas and ink pen
and then I'll be happy yeah
and then I'll be happy