рысь и форель - маруся - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I look at you at the sunset of a fucking day, how beautiful you are when not mine, all the same, your beloved Bitmeker Roman-Korsakov, your beloved poet is naturally Brodsky, you are a conscience of my microcosm on the wheels, but you are still a lot of troubles, you are tolerant to fagots and Islam, you wear a photo of mom and the image of the holy father in your wallet, and I don’t have finances to hang out on the regular ones, I will drag her to two arrows - he will learn to basket normally, Maria is extravagant and loves brands more than her own dog, it is when the terrorist attacks are when it is when it is when You are left alone with Amph, the words break out yourself and on paper immediately, and you are beautiful at sunset, in fact, as always, dear, psychiatrists punish me and, besides them, only crows croak about our sublime feelings

Maroussia is a trident stuck in my stomach, a tangle of unfinished messages, bastards, I am fighting for every extra minute with a barbed wire into which I shod, the Ugra's route is taking us to comfort, a cabin with an eternally seasoned bed, an Orthodox mother against me at the vanguard of hip-hop well, my talent is unique, it wakes up only under speed at night, I never ended up on a video with horses, however, I don’t want to stain my hands on an equal footing with Dmitry Larin on the battles, I will promote Low Kaliti for contrast with abstract boys - Well, do not start only, please fuck to sob from despair, but your tracks are urine and as a ms you finish, at sunset it shakes the ship - moor, the doctor has already called it and his bosses, impoverishing the money with bags from the general,

You are beautiful in the rays of sunset as a cloudy day in the middle of spring