Саша Скул - Ритмичны - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Gross salary, dragged on the laces Cros, youths, quit smoking cigarettes,

Enforce the dose on the width, get clogged with rose bouquets.

It’s not too late, take a friend for a friend and run to the huckster.

With an advance clamped in the figure, under the eyes, circles, and rotting threads, limbs-fletes.

Hello to you Petya. How is there in infinity. Careless forest.

And I'm tenacious like a dog, free as a wind and sharp as a diarrhea,

Well, what are you there Minjet? what is the forecast for the week,

In the amazing country, Oz is an infectious epidemic, think Braza with your head.

Say under a hypnosis session right away, what kind of poses you prefer and what are the scars and corncons in your heart.

We begin to ask questions, behind lunch for our toast, for dinner beer under SNEK Box, and articles from Vika.

You are young and cheerful, but you will also droop, delve into when the door will open in adulthood.

And you will open, estimate, you believe me. Guests from the southern lands will make up for these losses,

Here everyone will become mulatto through a generation. The rest of the motor will stand with a hangover.

The stars did not allow to kneel, to indulge someone else's whim and laziness, to become an element of the model,

Dubious quality of degree, abnormal, like the foot of Yetti. Like a skirmish of the virus with immunity.

This is your way and you are Tatatat with you. Full barriers, thanks for the answer, bastard.

Cosiness went into the shadow, the danger has rolled into the light, taxi driver, cap, turn on the rep.

Yes, give in to gas, chief. There is no time at all, the quarterly repair of the road surface.

Friendly, how much you can fool. But in general, it took place, and jumped over this hole, to evil to the enemies, to the joy of his mother.

And this burst as a keepsake, inserts like a wig full of smoke of the stroke Garik. Life is boxing, guys.

Although you are stubborn. Understand me correctly in each line in the training of Rossyan and a blue fuck.

The situation in the country is really complicated. And my pants from Velveta like a ruble fell. The wind walked around the bald head.

Only on weekdays do not drink much, and do not leave the garbage for you, collect in bags, bastards, you are all latent.

For breakfast, omelet, fucked up, 9 am in the morning. The wolves was tightened with a grimace, like a little man from Lego.

Like a pirate sega for the New Year, like snow that is not rushing. C-RePs trepanation,

Stalling the facts in the verses. To treat young people if you are normal and you are not lying.

My everyday tambourine came in. I share my experience and a bun. The tissue baguette sticks out of the package.

The jacket is unbuttoned, the hat is not dressed. Rubber boots, puddles - seas, matches - ships, and we are stamns.

The film industry Propaganda Rakita, brigade or organized crime group is the key to success. The boys adopted schemes.

a third disappeared from chemistry, others remained with a poppy tears and dissolved among the dew in the morning,

the latter went to prison and will not go out for a long time, walking for pennies, walking, launching,

They formed a break. The campaign by the will walks reluctantly to them. And society is not very close to them.

Or for the mistake of passionate youth, he took away the every chance of the Federal Penitentiary Service, if he fell under the system, then we will not fix it.

The structure can only punish, the situation of Pat, totalitarianism and statehood, brother, I apologize for the mat.