Рем Диггa - За меня при уч. Типси Тип - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Everyone is bazaar for me, moose increasingly glued to me the image of a quilted quedry.

You can’t jump from evil to a crocodile of tears like that allegedly, but *the hex and the bat are compatible, I saw such a way.

But she pulled her eyes to the floor of the punks, he does not want to write any meat anymore, they say, the khan.

To everyone, SRRY, but it means Ram Soi feeds you, Ram writes silently, someone loudly dr*cheat bolt in pants.

I am a impudent man, I'm sorry, I completely forgot to ask you who I am friends with, as well.

I forgot to ask who I have to read and my DEMs for the most part of your own couple (yes I understand)

Rumors go on my feet, I'm not a star, well, you all need you x*la.

Good to nourish me, then throw a stone, I have who I am. Who is you, chill ladder?

The viewer with the letters was with h*eulota grew up, ** bi you in the bathhouse with dust, Braz sings like a vitas

We do not have a page of the address and n*Xuna there, this is the center moment, a miserable ** Annnoe jack.

Who is you, the clappier is garrous, if you rudely twist your nose, Digga doesn’t do that and why are you teaching me here, the dog?

If someone is steeper, he is Krasava is not a question, the master is all laurels, but Sums, Glory and Babos.

Bazaar, all languages cannot be tied with a knot, the type indicates what at the time to take in ** Lo,

But the devils are hidden, we can’t break through the moose of those bandits, although I am sure that someone will sit on the bat.

They are not afraid of the wolf, but they are afraid of Kunaka, do we have a brother to fight with them? No, Bayan all, do not delve into.

Knights in ambushes, in the trenches *Nusa tremble, we go past you again, rejoice, LO *Ara.

When a lion steps forward, a rustle of hyena is heard behind the backs.

Someone will answer, someone will answer, be responsible for the bazaar.

Someone will answer, someone will answer, be responsible for the bazaar.

Someone will answer, someone will answer, be responsible for the bazaar.

Someone will answer, someone will answer, be responsible for the bazaar.

For me, they will bazaar everything, for the most part and scribblers are often anonymous,

In a whisper and in the back, and whoever does not blame, trembling from the plastelin gyrus Forshmak Golim.

If allegedly, they heard something somewhere and what facts the hands were stained.

Deliberate slander from the mouse, the walls reached my ears, someone is breathing in the back of my head (who is this?) I'm afraid to strangle, with*ka.

And someone sharpens his teeth, someone soaped the skis, and someone asks the ruble they will sell below.

A large PT*, to whom they lick a higher dup, this is where I see, a subwyh thawed in a broomstick ** of their wives from their dolbo ** Itching.

If it overtakes him, I will write excellent poems to him on the obituary and neither shame, no conscience, brother,

And if they take the fire, then will anyone carry?

We must follow the tower and those who believed me, not to disgrace the elders, it was not, at least

I didn’t keep track of everything, but for your sides in the answer, if someone pushed it in the back, let it be only the wind.