Мальчик Пиджачок - Харча Поэзии - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I garmed into the beautiful leg of the great Russian poetry with the smoothly shaved rhyme of homeless people and whores, I squeezed out Chiri on the ass of literature on the elbow, smeared with pus until the end of my days, I am oxy with a vile white with a white gloom, I will feed you porridge from lice and the top of the fuck (and who you are you )?

Menstrual stewardess’s stewardess’s rotten groin of my neighbor on the entrance is not local one who lay the paurlifter of the nurse in my elevator and even better the nurse fox on the Black Hach brand in the anal ring Sphinx or sphincter Teacher Splanger or turtle ninja Mad Or gruel

(DOESN'T MATTER)

It is important that in the dreams I am a friend of Mayakovsky and we have been prompted to read poetry and we also fucked a tough tazigan from the market near the market