Рубидий, Базаров, Контраст - Занавески советские - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I disappeared for 3 years and now I got out of hibernation, and her eyes have beautiful, blurred from opium and salt, she smiled whimshously, for the curtains of the sovereigns danced.

I took someone under the jivik Valkyrie, and I really liked the serpent on the Mazda.

He threw it into the MAZ, covers from the tramadol, and robbed the radio.

Her orange crusts in the closet lay they say from moth helps.

And I have a mantle in the trunk. Eh live stress.

I am a 100 kilogram Solombalsky, I torn the curtains of the sovereigns, the patterns in the hands of Solovetsky.

This is a strawbrail fucking but I feel good, but she is a little cock.

On the third attempt, I got the key to the well, but it is not painted.

Priora in the meat is toned, in the city one hundred and forty,

I am a dangerous driver and the rules violate the rules, otherwise she will be late for the first lesson. The girl is interesting, young, with puffy lips, a thin waist, as I love her.

I want to raise money normally, a ton option, everything seems to be normal, a engine, cache in dollars. Then the meeting in Pershachovo, a familiar place, leave soon. They got to Kruzak, and they went to Kazakhstan, did not thump much, but I hold the phone with trembling hands. I wake up on the bed, I see only the Soviet curtains, the retreat is not true, it was worse only when I woke up in the entrance. Money and keys are on the spot, we go to Kazakhs to drink vodka and whiskey, we are not local here, without registration. We are leaving in an insane state. They gave a lot on the road to us. I have not tried it better than there. Now the snowdrifts, I leave the house, here the fashionistas, tried to scatter them - I’m sitting in a monkey, but they called the major, we decided together. For how many are not in the subject, I leave the department, "Hello Vadim, let's go to the beer", I begin to relax under the jar of the tube - our sunset is beautiful. In the store they bought a booze, a snack, someone has a house of home, there are girls, but I need one that gives foil from Alyonka, she is young, on me, Adiki is not a pair, we drive up to her house, an elevator-floor, this It is familiar, she is undressed beautifully and sleeps very cute, I smoke the parliament, I change consciousness, beeps, I am busy - I pour texts in Aylaud. Forgive me mom for my underground

I wake up from the smell of Kurev in the apartment ... Everything is Zategano ... In a beer, yesterday we sat well with the boys, we talked about life and how they fucked in the summer in the summer, when they shot them near Veshaya, I don’t remember ... somewhere, the memory is not the same, with, with Brothers in the fog always, on weekends, we rest slightly, we go to showdowns in two stinging trunks, otherwise there are no other times. Oh, this formidable city, frost, winter and cold, and also the brotherly sits nearby, is struck and sleeps, life was patted small, often stuck, does not say a word. He begins to get a little darkened, we decide to help out more money, give copper, rummage to the chicks on the left bank, have fun and show off. We get in the car, summer tires, it is dangerous to fly under 120, we are behind us cops, one of the passers -by screamed after the crowd, we begin to drive up to the place and sharply turn into the yards, we lost sight of us, we disappeared without leaving traces. Soon the New Year, they had fun with the girls, the mood is good, it is not a day -to -end, but she lies and smiles. In the yard without five Fridays, I hide under the plaid and understand that there are no more than the Soviet curtains anywhere ...