М. Маваши - Подмена - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You confused something, relatives, in total a lot, against the backdrop, it was overwhelmed to look wretched,

My soul will be alive from these indefinitely, for his beliefs, to tear the limbs.

You yourself understood what the critic from the people said? They do not laugh at the patients and in the family not without a freak,

The Nazi and Patriot, related concepts, will compose a new article with a stung friend.

Nationalist, is it bad, or what? I help my nation, will you let me?

I am normally related to others, I have my own in the first place, I appreciate my relatives according to my plans, I do not take off the cross from my son

Already confused, for this there are books, wants to help the country alone, the other throws Zigi

You need to think with your head, not the back place, here I thought it would be different? No, we are from another test.

Sincerity was mixed with mud, confusing with acting, generosity with strokes, awareness with pretense

Respect with sneakiness, help, means the benefit, bull, if there is no other way out in sports.

There are some kind of nonsense, but you just need to reflect, heads, because like teeth, you need to constantly clean

Our barricades consist of trash on the balcony, people dug their backs, being in inclination.

Chorus:

You eat, eat, if you get along the taste of the taste, butter with a spoon, check out a friend

Where does the young culture come from if the senior b*boo? They replaced everything, d ** bmo dile.

You eat, eat, if you get along the taste of the taste, butter with a spoon, check out a friend

Where does the young culture come from if the senior b*boo? They replaced everything, d ** bmo dile.

Kindness and weakness are confused, although it is dangerous, with an example, I saw that very quickly everything and the snow is red.

We stand to the tag, the hand does not tremble to the enemy, God is not a fraer, sees everyone and time will show everything.

The price was inspired, the formations were inspired, your eyes would not see you, and your hands strangled your neck,

We beat our heads against the wall, yes, but we would not have seen the light for us for a hundred, if not for the darkness of the gateway.

A full nose of powder, in the stomach whiskey with a brown, in the club puts the bass on the ears, everything is on jokes

This is a form of rest now, two days on retractables, so that it would feel a bit, g ** but also to the cigarette:

Black spot, rumbles, printing, stigma on the mug, so the substitution looks for our mature and enthusiastic

Exclamation of women such as simplicity in communication, drugs - illness, a stash as a room.

Chorus:

You eat, eat, if you get along the taste of the taste, butter with a spoon, check out a friend

Where does the young culture come from if the senior b*boo? They replaced everything, d ** bmo dile.

You eat, eat, if you get along the taste of the taste, butter with a spoon, check out a friend

Where does the young culture come from if the senior b*boo? They replaced everything, d ** bmo dile.