Святой Дух - Отец и сын - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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You have been guilty before your father, punishment is inevitable

I will not cover you and whisper in the ear gently

Like "the prince carries a bullshit, you do not look at me at all"

All that I will do affectionately, stick a knife into your heart

CTOOOOOOOOOO, Glory, after all, cool and has no offense at all

It is strange why he is shy of girls and does not go to the battles under the bit

Your maximum stem animals and let go constantly jokes about cancer

Any of your funny-Ada gloom, the best that you can be dosyrac

You would have fucked everything for everyone, be your miserable will

Your failed image is the main prank that has gone out of control

You are equal to the sid and Dima inside you is burning resentment

But they laugh with you, play, and then throw a disabled person like a stroller

You can fuck on me, but I do not suck anyone and I don't want to like it

So here are the lines especially for Artem, I hope you will like it

VUP "I am a fucking rapper, skiing is a cool theme, you are all to blame that you have come out beyond the scope of the permitted"

Fuck trep, fuck skis, fuck the conjuncture

Fuck your dunce false nature

Glory every day seeks to throw a protest to society

It is a pity that he is as pathetic as your 6 points for a test

You are joking about football, Maine what kind of fucking

It looks like a complaint from a gypsy about the loss of a horse

And in your wet dreams you are a winner in life

However, in reality, you were not even accepted even to the shipbuilder

So rejoice when you throw me another clatter post

But everything in this world is better than your abnormal growth

So joyfully Glory was waiting for another Oximoron Mestiype

In the eve of this miracle, he even acquired a vape with the prince

I had a couple of words to destroy your little altar

So think about your freedom of choice my little rebel

Stop arguing with me and think that you are right Eblan

In our pair, I am like ITPedia, you are like a banana

I, as your real parents, have long lost faith in you

But in raising children I offer a new measure

You can boldly go fuck, since you are so free

Look at Sonya, her gaze is still cold

Good luck with admission to grade 10, son

Uncle Misha has already prepared a work machine for you

Any joke is like a huge gun

But you can't steal them repeat them.