Мамуебаль - Карусель - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Smoke confused in the smokehouse of black night, fucking is not visible, ink, soot, face was stuck

You won’t compensate here by force, unless with thought, mind, the first phrase will reveal the curtain, a veil of secrets

You didn’t even know, and you will never guess, I'm sorry but you are too much, just too much

And it is unnecessary to say why I'm extra here, listen to thoughts, one of a thousand will not fly by,

Here she is, catch her.

The mourning of my whole life, the framework in which we must live. I myself want to destroy like you, barricades

Friendship and love. As always I spoke, there is no karma, just dust in your eyes, I'm sorry,

But it is better to look in the eye than to climb into the bark and flatter. Another secret is revealed

Your God has long died, ok. A couple of facts about all your women, they are whores man, they cannot be trusted.

How many foreheads were collided due to stupid seats, how many dreams died, that's enough, that's all.

Now the most important revelation, life will be kneeling, because all those who owe in theory

Support, are ready to lift you on Reye, all those in whom you believed, fuck them at you, believe me.

And if you are staring into a cake, they will completely fuck for your falls and take -offs

Understand already. All your friends are liars and fuckers.

And no one wants to hear the truth, it cuts his eyes and smells of rot.

And where the whole universal power, it turns out only in you and your thoughts.

This track is a whipping blow to all your dreams

Requiem, the truth is the poisonous sting, eagerly devouring all happiness and joy.

Take off your pink glasses and plunge into the world of evil and hatred.

Do not ask fate to push, she is still a bitch, man hold on.

Clotting with claws in her back and do not let go until you throw it away, live until you are strong.

Be less often blue, Tushi from the heart.

Fuck with whom you, remember, in the end in the coffin.

Art in you man, just breathe.

I will write it off for audibu

In the cocks itself, you are unlikely to hear worse,

Thoughts are woven into rhymes, rhythm from Dill, here were mother, SEAO, the art of living.