Мияги - Бродягам - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

How Teteteva stretches the nerves, how strings to translate the spirit of Paskud, the first on the first family traction, routes, for the sake of our natives after Living Vuga., We spend time not on those leisure, I thought tight, you have, but the dick there, I saw a small evil, without a dad. And mothers, thin, barefoot, dumb, under the skin of cold, there is no more young one, another shitty story is ready, my southern wind, my city is needed, the message of a cold, stratumed, you look deeper than man, I will cut for my own Organs, I will tie the throat on the knot, the one who is against rushing. Good for good, I will answer rightly, for do not bite a show -off, if a lubricant, ebbs of an empty waste of time, do not wait for the fruits from the soil, in which there is no seed .. Chorus: (x2) behind the Cardon found its shelter, and we found its shelter, and we found its shelter, and we found its shelter Everything is here, and we are all here .. and everything is in order on board. Changes in Topoli on a ram, painted the shores .. so that the darkness would not pile up, drowning to the tasty brother. ----- Who's there? Katim, Miyagi-Meloman. To whom? Their vagabonds boys! (X2)