Ногано - Дорога на юг - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

These birds have forgotten the road to the south and therefore waiting here, snowy blizzards forgotten these birds to the south because in the south they are not waiting for these birds forgot the way to the south and therefore waiting here, snowy blizzards forgotten these birds to the south because in the south of them Mescalin plus coke is not waiting, but with two strips acid flaps, sprinkled with sparkles inspired by Moscow and yellow in autumn moving at the speed of the helicopter blade in this area standing on the edge of the abyss released anger in search of conscience of roots in the soil of a hindrance in front of the Krone's deployment or I just think so Who smears hiding the original helped, or rather I knew where and she took that under the layer of the skin there is no deeper, it's like a soul in the carcass, about the horror it is how to drink from the puddle, quenching thirst or know the truth, but to continue hawp Laces to eat only the fact that on the counter and killing day, punching smuggling blind vanga without noticing the ranks of the Young Theory System BooMrang Planck Aborreal Records The laws of people against the laws of nature are stuck into the fashion RESQUIRE INTERESTING EXTERNAL ELECTIONS Under the Hands of Hope and beliefs I barely with fear We are waiting for pensions. This fate of all the great dynasties are afraid of power by intrigues to confuse the master this oil in the fire either salt on the wound probably inserted strongly, so well, well, look for Nirvana, but only alone or wait Sitting to guard someone else's barrel in which gunpowder, enough for everyone and the one who on the top quietly turns off the light. These birds have forgotten the road to the south and therefore waiting here, snowy blizzards forgotten these birds to the south because in the south they are not waiting for these birds forgot the way to the south and therefore waiting here, snowy blizzards forgotten these birds to the south because in the south of them don't wait for such from cancer correct sign that he is not a ghost and someone sent in order to confuse the thoughts to us, the molds are a little sour hey bald do not worry yes dick with him we will not reach it the ears know the mouse sideways the marsh burdens on the madels so do not swim away we look at the card secretly dreaming about swimming yourself on the mind itself the prophet soon goes on the way, how Noah I am waiting for a flood, but for now hiding in two-bedroom car traits living on your land, as in the occupation Not for what the era of duality with humility believe those who do news the optics of the gangs are going to the game of ambitions of heavyweights quoted Solzhenitsyn without noticing birds cursing all this sadly accustomed to their last summer.