Охотник Том - Кто если не мы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I will ask only one day, who if not we

In this basement, Nimyt will shoot down the dust from the kapa, on the floor with hoofs, for someone how torture to be as allegedly needed

These words will be given to the maximum, through a hole in a bottle of Bonakva or another mineral water, I never fished in the songs and did not get rid, and so fucking fucked, right here I can count the reliable guys, this sad topic by tempes in headphones chasing a loop , this is not a Lyubertsy and do not batch, but you put it on the start, although Mikruchi is not at all the Mostak

Sladeak Macrush did not glue, began to throw his principles and charter in the urn. These songs will fly into non-existence in the near future, someone must immediately beat in turnips, then ask. Our Rasha, the people of fucked up, teenagers shake from Musarian crews, we even went to Rush after the first takeoff, but just not to heaven, we could still not live too early, I don't have to row not for lived, and so on, so presses right now awareness of the upcoming dates and what will be there next, so every year you need to rise to the floor above and so that you can not reach the ceiling or roofs we breathe with you with one air, but the benefit of your exclamations, near the Musarskaya Volga, the hand was dangerous for the sinus But the boxer does not laugh and the ear in shape with Makar at the sidewalk lies on the blades. How many songs you still fade?

In May in the evening I went out in Sports and Batniki, fuck Dibil, plug fuckers. You threw a ziga in the square on the ninth, grandchildren of grandfathers fuckeditz will surprise you and you, bastards, where neither spit, wherever you look and do not spit fuck.