нина потехина - Хуун-хуур-ту - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The main thing is that your eyes are not linted with time,

even from the fact that Tavtology has grapomania,

Enforced means applying.

The period of Platonic love in our life came up

By the end, I sewed a shirt on all canons from children's

Diaper, I sit I am surprised by the word "input".

go from the opposite - the path is no less attractive

People use secondary gas.

would put a monument to the person that does not bear

Harm to others, but there is no such thing.

Your sentimentality is striking me, pull out Norway from the refrigerator, she is grateful, but it annoys.

The right was Volodya, I have even more buttons,

And you can completely remove the head, the main thing is that mom is happy

What girl grew up, clever, and not a fucking.

I need to laugh, as before, it supports balance

And does not give to be discouraged. I agree.

I do not know a single alcoholic, but they say that

Even the fact that it was impossible to drink - drank,

For example, the loneliness of Western Siberia.

From now on rap will be black, like Square Malevich,

You see - Kaifui, do not understand - outraget,

it does not matter. Only find yourself a refuge,

And never come back to him.

From the wicket to Baikonur across the country sings cords

about shoes and skins, and I want

Houown Huur Tutut

Houown Huur Tutut

Houown Huur Tutut

YOUTH SPLATION SUTULY LIA LITTY Lord Screaming Lord is enough, without change on the Western Front of the sofa, the heart of the dean is escalated from the chest, illuminates the path to the stop, which we are on the way.

I grew up, having stopped thinking that my grandmother lived in black and white movies, oh what sky over the Austerlitz I never saw

Favorite flowers - daisies, favorite place on Earth - bottom,

I am not afraid no longer fill out the questionnaires and do not watch the cluster video.

Girlfriends became green pipes in which Mario dived behind coins and mushrooms, where these people are graceful as origami,

all my stay with me, all will be with you,

The right moment will never be

so I'll throw you after lunch at 451 degrees

Fahrenheit, I am a random and intricate idea. Where I am?

In pursuit of someone's game I catch a hitchhiking

There will be no anything white, except for your flag and my poems.

Deer, drowning on the wrist deer,

songs on the walls as a prelude like revelation,

We interfer here a counterculture with abstraction and let

According to Vienna, we caricature on themselves,

We are dull in the first generation.

I just say thanks for youth,

For all the departed youth,

For once delicate youth,

happiness is, it winds sadness on the blades,

Thanks for the eternal and once adjacent with tenderness youth.

that.