МЕДВЕЖИЙ - РВАНЫХ РАН - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hello, it's me

I’m drunk again by winds

After all, my path ran

Kilometers of holes.

Almost a portrait of the Neblya.

And did not become mom weakly,

After all, not the one who fell a lot is bad,

And the one who got up little is a split.

The heart was knocking with a telegraph, cut off the words.

The treasure, as if with a pimple bastard, pushed into the bedspread.

Types of seas sprayed into irony.

Inject medicines - will not console Orpheus with the phrase:

\ "Forbody, and do not remember. All this nonsense is no longer part of your life and not mine. There is no longer us. You know, forget it. \"

I step on the crosses right away, and you are only on the trail,

You just fly to the light, like Ikar,

Blind, not seeing the intrigues and kar.

After at least take this raznet nectar into retail.

And even burned the bones, as the pattern fell.

The couples fell, at the sight of lacerated wounds and sneakers:

Snow was poured into some, others at least in banks with salting.

They would give the fuckers for the solo.

The ram fought against the gate, but the far courtyard on the blocks,

On thirteen steps, on seven laws.

On the corrals, rather tight.

After all, here all pigs are equal, but some more equal than others.

Only one who is on four legs is good, not the one who was flying,

And the one who rose.