Металика - НЕИЗВЕСТНО - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Doubts fly in the morning, my shaved Boska is their bald mountain

How many other years will be meat and rubylovo and how many more bakers about yourself

I am healthy like a bull, but solidly sick, because from the sacred bumps

Helda Baof He is Jehovah, he also prince of the world of this fuss feather in Kadyk

Outside the city under the guise of the city rot

I cut you turbine in dreams, no less often than under Al-Jazeera, masturbating on the drift

I wish death a pair of editorial pairs, a pair of rap colleagues.

I did not dale carnegie, I do it all on my hand, like Bruegel

I dream of this TV Living head Elvira T

I have a crisis of the genre, not Indiana, but all of the last forces, as a jump in the diligence of airship

(What?) I hear, but I'm not on the rug, allegedly, you said that I was blown away, but, apparently, I am a hypochondrik, if I hold my hand on the pulse

And this year I can either be reborn, or bent from convulsions

After all, fuck life if new do not fold songs

And what the silent Field of Syllabic, Kohl nothing, flies zero from speakers

My second album will be the standard or in ethanol with head

You are shit or genius, the average is not given

Your migraine is Balagan, there is more than a quarter of a century cropper head,

We go to the depths of the sleepy, under substances that are not invented.