Объединенная шлюха feat slushay ekzortsist - Три метра под уровнем грунта - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The rainbow in our hearts will not fade hello, I pierce through and through a screwdriver, you still do not know what danger is a son’s difference under the level of soil, have you eaten? It is more accurately on the street there Misha Yakushin and do not go to the grove of groves on the street, because Sidodzhi lives there, get your knife and later, we’ll go to rob shops with cookies this new hip-hop, click “U”, because our felicito epiletic is not in the foam for our songs, the children cannot be avoided-these are the united whores and the exorcist is impressive for the dignity. Calisa is pouring mayonnaise into a jar of analyzes. Distributed prostitutes teach English and I buy from St. Petersburg a thick pastor does not look like a genius with our center of psychological oppression come to us and you, a whore and an exorcist, take away bridges and dilute dirt - we lose three meters to the level of the soil from the laptop to a knit. “Turn the wrong way” and where we are going, it will not be difficult for us to explain our mother from childhood said: “Do not go for the garages!” There, the exorcists sell knives in the shade for the transformer booth, the homeless people came and the speakers we will read about violence to unite in the whore and kill the drug addict Vasily to master him for the child’s children's mouth, Che is cheerful and you did not notice how you liked our singing while we are wearing naked people in the forest in the forest we are happy for every duma and every dumb Those, like slaves, are happy to work, let's finish on this minor note, let's finish on this minor note in our hit, the little use where is your brains on my shoes Ziga, Allah in high tones exorcist and a combined whore in search of a drink, plums and a harsh porn, even old women are swinging under them, are swinging voyages in the shower. Sasha Gray is such a DJ Hawaii our pilaf for your ears as you like such a recipe Petersburg exorcist and Rostov bombers in the same track as a half-shaped-hawk in an abstract, we are colleagues heroine poets, good-natured cripples and you have fun this is a new orbit with the taste of people, go fucking your own lifes here. , although not from one mother metaphors full of treasures and all of them are sleeping under a tree under the ground, freedom to future corpses