УННВ - WHO E TA - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Who is this? Who is it? Dissatisfied crowd.

After talking with them, their eyes quickly get tired.

Do not remember this verse once and always.

This small ward has a whole laboratory.

The one who pulled you out of the crematorium,

The one who shouted that this terrible story,

The one who asked for this melody

I lost to you, as if it were a fuck.

This is one who always

Looks at your mirrors

At the steel monument

A tear flows along the cheek,

Helped to save his body from himself

You were sent to your own self,

Blasphemy there, lady peak, forfucked valtes,

Something vile crawls

With the words "on the heels",

If this is a movie, then the end of the main roles,

And not caught and not a thief

Yes, and the thief is not caught.

For a long time we could not come up with a chorus,

The chorus deprived you of the virgin pleasures,

For a long time we could not come up with a chorus,

The chorus deprived you of the virgin pleasures.

We could not come up with a chorus for a long time,

The chorus deprived you of the virgin pleasures,

For a long time we could not come up with a chorus,

The chorus deprived you of the virgin pleasures.

I'll throw the bones on the couch ...

My guests, help from shit you-raid, you-ness,

You are together - the cargo 200, the pit is born, notes are not the same.

Go-not. On the knee of water - thin. I am zero in the face.

Inside a kilogram is two hundred, in the heart, character.

A mixture of sharp spices. Fucking without consequences.

If my style had rotted, who released from Durfa?

Bit like a screw for the best of strength. Kill .... Kill - wounded.

Sorry, oh the flock. From the light without releasing. Evil life,

Everything is evenly leafing through it: I can’t get out of shit, they see me, I would rewrite everything, it’s laziness - I’m not tired, I know my conscience is not clean, in my city a thunderstorm, death has forgotten where the braid is, from my eyes a miracle car, ships without it, ships without Sails, we eat everything to the end, there will be no left for tomorrow, old age on my face will no longer grow old.

On the waves of positive, the varieties fucking are grazing, with the bottom there are killed along the paths, the pedals are twitched beautifully.

You thought you guessed that we were a consumable, but you forgot where you were gone, you evaporated and disappeared, you turned into a liquid feces, you yourself drove yourself into anal. A funny false pedestal, everything is even, but the world is tired. Who imposed these thoughts? Soul ......... told. I drew a palette, brighter than a liter and absorbed good. The creator of his miracles, from the pads to heaven, is not interfering with people, in the smoke of my head jumpsuit, and I did not climb into the sled, my interest is my interest, and in my thoughts I am free, and I do not need a lave-press, and not In the wretches with me a demon, I need a bong, and not a cut, I will omit the smoke into a hundred thousand rings, and I am fucked under everything and me. In its play for corpses there are already few places. And for actions from fear you are so afraid. End.

For a long time we could not come up with a chorus,

The chorus deprived you of the virgin pleasures,

For a long time we could not come up with a chorus,

The chorus deprived you of the virgin pleasures.

For a long time we could not come up with a chorus,

The chorus deprived you of the virgin pleasures,

For a long time we could not come up with a chorus,

The chorus deprived you of the virgin pleasures.