магу - пир - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

PIR during the plague, the world during the war, the campaign we in this world are not equal in this world, but everyone fucks on the nature of the gifts, what a fucking, some fuffers, fucking fucked by, no longer those yards, life on the principle Games like "Tsar Mountain", somewhere the light is just in vain burning, and somewhere the matches ended, they are not visible fucking, and you give you a lot of new bricks, fucking cattle, Ebalo gave out Piedor, fucking fucked off, but no real leaders are that solve problems, people walk without a reason for the sky, you do not feed me with bread, but this is a flip of ridiculous, I would move in turnup to many, but there would be few people who hugged firmly, drowshes small, the rally make some other cripples, intervene some we bring these tracks here with rivers lepts, and you all clap the centuries, where the chaos is going on, the pussy dream will dream of you, like you are a bird, and you have all the pussy, there is a salary, you don't swear, on Merenka Lubat, someone at MKAD, only pleasure for the sake of, then get up from the bed, in one-room hut, look in the eyes of the truth, and sun e becoming clear, but you don't live in vain brother, only feel the fragrance, here are hail, but everything is in secret, you do not feel a feast during the plague, the world during the war, the campaign we in this world are not equal, a feast during plague, peace during the war, the campaign we in this world are not equal .... fucking are not equal