Скомороший бунт - Грустная - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Until the morning, the commemoration, and in the morning is christening.

I have pictures, and you have paintings.

I have divisions, and you are doing.

Cats are dead, a toad gave birth to aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa avaa

I rhyme lines and toce the notes.

I have all the funnels, and you have worries.

Stupid rhymes fly around the world.

The gods burn pots-and-andiiiii in the sky.

Hey! ..

Vodka is not hunting, it became sad for me

Yes, I have not found something in the fault

Oh, and I tired her to look for her

In the morning I groomed and again Toska-aaaaaa.

A slanting in a bathhouse

Elbows biting, holding back a scream

The song is sorely cricket

Yes, only he does not know where his six-oooh-oh

But one way or another in one or another

Lost with crying, we are not looking for

Mirror blind, oh, nothing

But you are about Yerem, and I am about Fomo-u-u-uuu.

Far away on the edge of the earth

Where lonely, I am worthy of the days

Where it is scary to listen to the silence

For a long and lingeringly fight on the moon

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.