ашог - запутался в буднях - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Generation of rabies of cades of Max and fosovski with a jaguar of monkeys of schoolgirls and children who go to mock mocks, leaving in the porches in minutes they say while the corpses are lying in a row and the devils on thick droves are cracking on the laws about the laws will come out of the warm house to the stations where children are inhaling couples Aceton under the stupas from the boards grow homeless and your happiness in contact is digitized and the world where the steel with a breakdown on it soon will soon understand the last principle and they will become more expensive than Klinsky or Winston to kill themselves from the thought that they got lost among the robots of a tiny drop of tears of the child all the pain Mira and you click on it like a film so subtly in shelters for half a year on cereals live and you go in fur coats in the windbreaks in winter you are in coffee houses they are with small ones and someone fucking screams about honesty and revenge that they have been listed for two hundred and gatherings, but they leave On the estate of some whore and not a place from this hiuni hopeless people wear pistils, but sell heroin on the avenue of society in the press and I am too sweet on the underground and it’s not enough sand to bury this shame in front of us and you continue to defecate on the forums and spam lying in the bedroom in the bedroom in the alcohol unconsciousness of figs with you, but then do not shout about equality you are not right