Текст песни Жеваный сухарь - Горе луковое

Moy my onion, brown eyes.
For a second, gentle, and per hour in tears.
Fool boundless, white, like Smin
I wrapped my thinking like a whirl mole.
Miracle multicolored, blue wave.
My church of loyalty 'whores is full.
Nefertiti Cleopatra ASKA,
Well, why do you need husky, not love and caress?
Eyebrows frowned by a house, psychosed seal.
On the edge of light called with him. But you are too lazy.