Саша Маст - Накрыло - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Mast.

Barely got up. And what yesterday? Why drew silence,

On torpedo, in Tacchil, with chick

Then a bull, swing, desirelessness, hung

Doctors were treated, Mall of Pizdets Alexander,

He settled in stereo forever, and with the body in the lads, crying a girl you are so mila

I would give Lily of the Lily, but, fucked the love of Glands and nor here

In the courtyards, Antshlag, Astra flew under KAMAZ, lenders,

While mast on the Caridors, the pocket has copied the Balance of Naly, Comers, and on the scales balance on the dick, clone in the head is dirty, Sava Ka Comet,

Remember the roots, who fucks you and Cormet, at the moment I will become Nounem, with New Neuman, I will give you Yulya, Yu Lav Mi? I am a sucker, but it is worth it, I will begin to build a new one for a new one

Beliy.

Let's talk about us about what was but there will be no

used to drown in paints now thin in gray everyday life

depression drive in clubs while at home corpse i

About each next say that a friend fuck

I am a born hand you knew it but believed still

What is more expensive we rushed to burn

Lived my God again drunk to nausea

On my chest, I screamed your name for a knife

I do not ask the moment just love me

again I want to see us with you satisfied

modestly smiled through the pain I remember

here with Dima on Fita and I wanted to do solo

You give me more emotions at least a couple of portions

yes here and so the fucked up worse will not spoil

I'm under the eve of the new year Hapnah a lot of smoke

to forget what was 2 times

Oxygen.

Answer me to the question, and by someone to each other

In the subway so much mixed spirits

And I was looking for an explosive memory

I tied to tie, there is a flame in my heart, your number is busy ..

Morning starts not with coffee, and not with intima

And with a sad bit and codterpine

I will not risk marathon

Rescue in the gum, then I will see the chance

Return our spring, but you did not let the chassis, blow to the mound, the blow and we are not ..

Radar lost us to the joy to many

When in his car you spread the legs of a sleeping area where mom will believe in child

From the cornice step, so that the crowd has extended

I die dots under your photo

And where is all that you then promised?

Or not that reason? My love is hectare of sand ..

Your love is a sick bitch, saving on parish

I'm not in fashion, bitch, get the earnestness

It is the last time you, pretty, honestly ..

Chorus:

Palevo, Masks Show, Marathon, Powder

I will leave everything to us well

But you left our shore

Moscow does not believe in tears, my at least