УННВ - Чернь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I lock the door, the music drives away laziness, the familiar day is on repeat again. I saw this shadow somewhere, I saw this staff somewhere, and the blue on repeat is lying in the bushes. It’s not bang, it’s a dick that doesn’t know what, the black movement won’t disappear, it won’t disappear anyway. The wine won’t disappear either, it won’t the rogue will also disappear, but the snow that was seen yesterday will disappear. dust, robin hood, where did the arrow go? everyone in the area is stirring up dirty deeds. the head wants a bullet, the whole crowd wants a dose. in the area of samovars, the best times. Nearby, the tribes in the entrances are looking for a place where to smoke without palevo, where to remember Stalin, where to catch your breath, and so on. So that the smoke envelops half the area - this is the rule. It’s better to be calm if you’ve been hurt in the heart. Well, come on heat it up, and I’ll set it on fire. everyone still loves smoke. parallel to the powder. I’m not looking for the mob. it finds me on its own, it doesn’t bother me to get rid of it, it doesn’t start or drive. the one who doesn’t find a vein has joy by itself. let him The DJ is fucking crazy. guy guy give me a spoon and fucking cotton wool, hurry up, shitty brother

para-paravoz, a couple of doses, the body - an overdose. Through a magnifying glass - a package, huge weight, let's baboss.

a couple of tears, after a couple in the nose, after the smoke of cigarettes, thoughts on papyri, the question: what did you suffer?

black chernyaga, brazo. the blacks all gave jazz. I don't dress in black. I saw black Kamaz trucks. black pearls became immediately. black alder, black scaly. You blow on black, I blow on black. who doesn’t catch up there, who interjects on the topic. If you have heart problems, turn them off, you'll get motion sickness. gets sick, sticks a joint with us and explodes, UNNV is here, boy. rocks you, rocks you. These screams are ignited by the pussy sprout of sluts. If you have mountains on your shoulders, then we have stones on our kidneys. hey, tectonics, the idiots here are fucking illegals. put more gel on your head. dumbass, twist your hands. and there is no need for Amsterdam, the Pakistani plan. in silver hair, Malibu a couple of glasses. a couple of grams, a couple of grams. I'll give you a tomogram. What is a gesture, my brazo? not just a little, but all at once. many do not understand ganjabass is useful to the masses. every third person who wears uniform beats cones to his heart's content. 328.328 everyone keeps saying they will close it right away. and get lost, fagots. your screams are past the cash register. There are no carriers of leprosy, you better get infected with happiness. you haven't tried it, so why whine about it. As soon as your brains are wrapped in sushi rolls, we'll smoke through your ears.

para-paravoz, a couple of doses, the body - an overdose. Through a magnifying glass - a package, huge weight, let's baboss.

a couple of tears, after a couple in the nose, after the smoke of cigarettes, thoughts on papyri, the question: what did you suffer?