Тяжёлая атлетика - ГОРОД БЕСОВ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We in this City without sleep on a snot under the bookmark smolder in the body area

The system will cook our carcasses to the ground where is my friend fate led you?

Our country is sitting on e -on -on stamps h.

While I fell on the hinges while you are Juzing in Vienna

You are for the time that flows from the end of the gonorrhea

I saw dirty schemes how papenkin burns in insurance.

How loans make out of the penalties of our people (from profit) lost in bed lying under the clover. Thoughts are corroded by the skin on the body

In fact, there is no faith in this nightly time

There are no goals, the love of relatives ... I do not value

The whore will give its essence as a percentage without a placebo effect

Everyone is looking for a comfort zone measuring their souls for the center

And who does not agree our world is the park of the e -channel

In every city, demons are spinning

Someone pulls the weight in the hall, and someone carries in the portfolio

And someone sitting at a round table pushes in this lupu intentionally

We are more reasonable than the monkey on skeletons

Planet of slaves spindle from the pit

I am in Dixie ...

How your mother flares up at work

Your faith glass of the victim of aborters

Cats on the Internet at sea pi ..

With a German petitia on an airplane

I pour from Nabokov in the flesh

In terms of quality, what smart children

Filah Filah for 8 oblique warm eyelids and a soul for plowing

At least hang your face on the hinges

All money was stolen in this country

And I don't care so I pull this pus through the filter kill

After all, I do not see the goal of your bit

A smoked ceiling behind dry pupils is unable to hide the cross

This is the city of miracles, we will stick in the city of demons

This is the time of miracles, I'm the wizard

In this city, I have fun

Dirty mess with a yoke for songs

Outside the windows Restika

On the fingers of Van Clee from Italy in Vitaly's clips

You would see, the choice of deaths is great

They drank from the piece, lets the limb

Like an empty monastery

The books of Selina and Bitniks spread out in orbit

Siren Ryabit, in this air the ping is prohibitive

And demons with visions

I went down from heaven in the seat of the car

Now I'm drowning so solid

In this city I do not sleep, this is excess spitting

These are part ... There is neither a goal nor taste in them

On the sight of your acoustics

Let go of smear

These Pussy are all wet, E. with her in the square for the temple is important

In the morning I undermine the paper, open the window

I have been to ECB for so long, in this city they are divided into zero

Ethanol and by a new knead

Saving seats in that ward of the mind

Demons stretch to me in fog in the umat

These plays already had that match (that match bitch)