минус для песни - про мусаров - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There is a gopot in me, you are not afraid to clap with me, then come here to Rospatrosha you fuck and make a bunch of a bitch fuck me on the glamor, Then, in the will of the heart, I open the door and the air enters the air with ease, I can inhale the voice of the stands. Bunt. In Russia, merciless and cruel, we will summarize. To the corpses on the Oslta are covered with a white sheet about my God that I made it late, you did an extensively great sin A person of life was lying on your act is recorded in a blatant of God, soon you will die from the heart threshold. Everyone pays for errors and crying out of the Nadia to Pity Late, you are an identified dead man. The Russian one does, then he thinks when he has already committed a premium. The Jew is ruled by the Jew how to survive them to eat ideas a loafer, I got it into my pants from fear, then go to the dews. They will be behind the threshold. Our nation is strong, kagda is drunk 50 young people with wrinkles on the face too. On the birthtops they make out of themselves, but in reality the rear ibabt shit. I don't bake you you will see them, I promise. Stock, on a bag of sand, hedge with a bare fist,