ОСОБОВ Х МАРМЕЛАДОВ - ПЕРВЫЙ ИЗ СТА - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I will stop believing and at the same time you will not see the traces, I am configured to fly, I love one mother and of course granny and my heart from steel went your bullets, and I, from where on the wallet on the everyday life of zeros, scrapped from the pocket of the pocket, scrape the rubles on a live And how are your things there in the berets brother and remember how they fucked with Spysov Andryukha, it was sorry for the mood -alcohol, girls, shmal is all the shawl and show -off on Ruja, then, as always, nothing in the cold winter cold rises, puddles flowed down and I For the living in the Sokolgia, well, what the geese are like the marks at school, and the satchel is filled with anger and the mass of the fuss from the outskirts still presses the gray clouds on my eyes, its pale face there and how to live this piece so that it is more beautiful than the last five floor , the court, sound, installation of blacks do not quarrel, but at the same time, the everyday life is muddered, something killed and again we do not believe each other, I ask you to give me a minute, open our soul- the topic will blow up like a gun enough and there are three of us, we are this. sick touched on Kilina, these thin threads and a bunch of events that you will later hear on the network, we put on the bats, monotonous blocks - human vices reached the threshold, but it didn’t come to it, you still want to survive myself one hundred percent, but did not reach the stars and did not reach the stars and While I was smeared under the wheel and my face changed, I was delighted, how can I go out in the pivot, I know the success of the key, this is only the first call, I remain as lonely without any special worries, we are not flying another year at the box office at your party - a dick with him all Let’s go in the wind, with notes of sadness with a wild grin, we know how the wounds heal my goal, we seemed to be in a dash with you, Obsessed by one shot, I killed me, give me the strength to break into the fucking ether while rhymes are rifling while the rhyme goes on and on The style is still young and the mobiles are caught and the blood boiled on the scenes of Miles for miles, Merth after a meter, we are invisible to the epicenter of events, the movement of the flood, the splash out of the emotion of the words at the line of the feet I will close all the doors here you will not build an empire at my wings all the feathers fell out of the first th, but not the last I am, but for you I will be the first of a hundred and I became a frantic one’s mouth, and for you I will be the first of a hundred and you became cold as if steel