Напиток - Кинул Зигулю - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Bread drink

Project injury

threw Ziga - flew away

threw Zigul - flew away to distant Dali

for me a revelation, for someone just another song with Lupercal

And it is unlikely that thousands would have shouted heil in response to us.

We again have pasta for lunch and paranoid nonsense dessert.

At the age of 13, the dislike of hachi and blacks woke up, the hatred of the Jews poured from the body of the bowels.

I thought seriously about the Slavic Vedas I almost do not remember my grandfather.

On white sneakers on the avenue and in 29 I do not get old that there is an important aspect, I found among many who shoots aptly in a word.

He bow to him as a sign of respect, and not some respect there.

I am glad to offer a proposal for the recording of a joint album, I am ready to do everything right. Sulut of the Vegan SVR and Lincoln, I want these guys to correct the lines at least a little.

.. Sent and will be imposed on sad music, but we will not forget the prisoners

“Our right thing is right,” said the commander Kutuzov once.

Now there are few of them, and their life did not hit their fraud.

“He called himself a load - climb into the box,” says the Russian proverb.

Three digits press on us with a heavy load, but this song will sound not only within the framework of a narrow and sharp warrior sword will stick into an enemy belly whore.