Guf - Вчера была туса,было жестко... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Above the head of the clouds, under the legs of the puddles, so even better - it could be worse. You are gucci shoes and pants are burded, and I have a drunken, and I need to sleep. It would be necessary to sleep, too, it would be great, from yesterday's dinner at least Bun for decency. And these sushi in our floor as usual, were swollen. Floor Nothing Personal. Walked Typically, Shrimchy Nose, yesterday Smygali is friendly - the world for everyone. Just freezing, and the Alphabet of Morse, like people adults, somehow not seriously. Yesterday was Tusa - it was hard, the light was dull, nipples in Throwing. The bands are narrow, the screen was flat, the channel is not Russian, on it Vidos. Today is sad, today there is a wasteful forge and somehow empty simply. Just the garbage from the Euroset - they have questions about the traces of someone's cross on my cedos. Trolleybus Wires hang, - "Sorry, and where should I go?" - In response, they will do: - "Won look, there they are glittered there, your favorite tram paths are - here they ask them." I fed to go to the ways: - "Ways where to go?" - "Hear, let's think about yourself. An adult boy is already, Alyosha, you will watch the house here even in the meat of the one. "- It can help you still, I don't see anything blind, and I don't know anything at night, I respect you, the way you are happy already, You seem to need two next to Euroset. Mig29: Shalom, friend, well, you call, if that there is suddenly, underground, you just need to follow Luke. I leave the club, in the smoke club, that I was blown in me, someone distribute pussy in me Wistwebuile. On the street Dawn, the sky dick catch what color, sad Uzbek newspaper, summer. Musor in the armholes, they have firearms, and I do not have gross, net, plums of prud and it was cool, it was not difficult to let the Self-servant Circle. According to the ring moving from the center to the southeast, I ignore the police whistle. The bikes in the ears, in the pocket inhaler from asthma, two lighters for safety. Casar about the supply , not a finger twisted in Kalbisci's passport that I did not just arrive in Moscow. I am not a passe, although it's still a registrar, I go on the Likatov bridge from there, wherepeople also hawple that mana that I am kicky This is not for the good of the struggle in the boredom industry, which teach us to be bitches in essence, interest and pass the info on, zagi side and guf at the studio. 2009, Moscow, Russia.Farmacetic, homeopathy asked, smoky I go with a party