овщ,магу,ost,гуляй рванина - приют - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My people with me, it is more than half it. I won't let them fall or powder the nose dirty chalk. don't powder my brains, son, I'm too old, to play games, hear how you scratch, as if there were no truth around, and there was no truth, but you have a virtue - shelter, and all others around either give up, or give away, and no The truth is anywhere, and you have a virtue - shelter, and all others around or give up, or give. It is more than rap, you know what I mean. In your head, nonsense - here I have nothing to do with it. This product can not be bought, fuck the ladies. I thought we would leave in Mainstream? Branch, not a mix. Breathe exactly, smoke a lot, the stools clearly, so that it takes out the closed dutch from the sharag. We are all overlapping here, but did not demolished the roof. To be honest, it is a pity that everything happened, but you write, if cho, and we even read it.

From what we breathe, percentage of 30 smoke, because this world looks like something crookedly, behave playfully, do not aggressive on every Piedor, beat your nerves. He did not leave the choice - then you are the first. Maybe you are not a hero, but do not be meger, it doesn't matter what kind of faith you are, but still believe me - you will regret the lost time and not return confidence, there are already closed doors, from the heart I ask - do not be a plant from you There is no shadow left. Already forgotten old topics, they changed their problems, in this system we are silent everything, but we will do it all that we do not eat with the grooves, there are no fun with the enemies, you are rich in that he sowed himself. People are all in all its glory, and you have donkey fog, and I flew on the left strip to meet you, maybe it was in a dream, but I will answer - it sincerely heals, but not fast, those who fly low. Laughter from sadness is close, the light is disconnected where it is dark too and even from the tower, as if the lids were closed, as if it became ashamed, maybe you found a satisfying, which you can't say with the mind, but please do not sieve on your own sute But please do not stern on your own retinue.

I wonder how there, behind the balcony on the protrusions, I do not recognize, but I woke up again, and my album will not be uneasy, this is the main thing, I dedicate songs in favorites. This is every person with a capital letter H, Vutonne will support me, as well as the Roy Che. My passport is a luggage check, the Motherland is a planet, and if I say "Che", then wait for the purchase in any way, so it will not be different, and outside the window under the snow there is a car around the house, in Moscow Winter, I am unfamiliar, And the brain absorbs new laws: Remember who your family is, where, your land, where only there is a soul to shine, for the rest, the fact that outside is no longer needed, and friendship will help them. And only she.

They inspired the memories of those songs old, from which it began, you remember what we eventually become, in the end we live with different values, it turns out, and before the goal was one or something in that kind. I do not teach you, yes you yourself made a choice, you are not needed back, if it fell out of the order, so I appreciate your people, my brother is behind the brother, and rats will be eaten from the vessel. There are things, they are not buried about them, they are so understandable, and there are actions, dirty souls with dirty stains. I knew the had time, but time comes on the heels, time goes as it went, but do not turn into the return. It's just a shame that people have become empty places, well, what else can you tell you, I shake hands.