Артур Скотт - Сказка на ночь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In short, I walked in general, I studied fucking my life, well, like a sink - I got up and at once, and all in order to purely understand that this garbage, which I carry, you just do not listen, and you can even listen, but the dick there is there Cho heard. So I will just share with you simple thoughts about this

Find a fairy tale for the night to her, but give me me.

Cho one hundred oblique is not an amount, right?

I love stupid I am a bitch fool, but Chota is a sink dumb smart

But in return I do not need to caress without getting up from my knees

Do not worry about this gimmick, hug

We are so young and the strength is full of still believe in fairy tales

We sleep and see dreams, hugging, so as not to be afraid

Years are flying not to count and blasphemy? Fuck, wallow

Foods to stupid phrases. Ali Ai. Guys, aid for dancing until the morning

Stomping a clearing and lying to the sky on earth to lying

Half a kingdom per horse - it is unlikely, and for a mare is painted

I don’t even exchange a couple of hundred spears, although the dick knows - well, yes it happens

And the day is waning, I go, I smoke, I walk,

I will go on an apricot, curl to the grape

Not stop, what a fuck ... Wao, we sunbathe under the starry sky

From the center to the outskirts, where each second is the first is more beautiful,

But to fall every second on the ears banal

The soul burns, but also breathes a little breathing

Just a little rainy time will come, the flame will make a fire

Honey is leisure, and there is winter

Hey, ma, these words from my sleep, wake up in the morning, put me crazy

Let this be our last spring, dick with it - hang out

After all, somehow it is not up to sleep

Nananana

Hey, ma, hey, ma, I'm tired, come on, drove, while, write letters

Postcards, photographs with a pipe fuck, fucking, with Cyprus,

Hello to Kentam at the local radio station, SMS voting, fucking

Dom-2 and all the fucking, current without me, hear, I beg you: no-oh.

Fucking Golovnyak. Talk or speak, ma, decide for yourself

Quiet to himself, why fony - this noise was given on the radio yesterday.

Simple, but go on the road, do not forget

Cling the heat and fair wind in the snout, the earth to click

And it can go out a spark that in the eyes cannot be hidden

And do not return what happened. This is what nailed the wings.

It broke, but did not kill. Elusive and fleeting like mercury

Roose a fairy tale for the night or in the morning, only the one that I have not heard that there was good and evil in it, so that everyone would be brought and live for a long time to talk together. There will be a positive hero there, a guy in a cap the size of peace, and his love, whose heart will accommodate all his sadness. And I am settling, asshole, again you pas-wing