Бранимир - Мальвина - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The king-plague wandered along the yellow submarine. Feling fences woke up from anesthesia.

Aged dragonflies were dried into the voice.

Children of clofelin colors started.

You believed in the brotherhood and holy ideals,

And not afraid, for them I put on the barricades. You won. But death steals as Merkder. Shiver disappeared. You have been ready for her for a long time ...

You turned my careless Pinocchio.

From the command in the addict and cretin.

From Harry Galler in a non-rude mollusk.

From Mika Jagger to sad shit.

Sydi and listen, juicing Pinocchio,

As an Artemmon in the bushes fucks your Malvin for Battle Vodka and a simple snack.

And you are calm, implanted log.

Manili routes and Flat, yards and squats. Kropyl Tusnik's dance floors later.

And very quickly exhausted the earthly quota.

In Geenna, the fiery burned moths.

According to the dust of Woodstock, the catatures were engaged - Nirwan Kaifa catflowers won in the catch-up.

And the rock and roll - the sizes of the juicer - left tons of fear, pain and longing.

In the tape recorder - hoarse corpse from Aberdeen. Grow years, horns grow, grown seeds.

According to stycles, your gondola is slowly floating - around so damp, snails and dark ...

Sit and listen indifferent to Pinocchio.

How Durramar fucks your Malvin for the jar of alcohol and cyclodol box.

And you sit, hanging the beak as Mimino.

And you. Malvina nor dick not aged.

Zamteral, from within a long time burned, and it has long been breathlessly.

But the peace is so bored and harsh.

When dry seeds dry on the lips.

You see dreams with love sincere and clean ...

At your stomach, parachutists fly from all over the ends - a non-stroke platoon of potential lizers.

No need to cry, my sad Pinocchio!

Your hangover will only remove the guillotine.

With Kumsra, only the twin gabriel will be shown

And the fresh tie from the "Stolypin-Kutur" ...

Well, while they are seasured. Pinocchio

Kok Karabas in Duble fucks your Malvin for insulin for your daughter-moron,

Conceived in a dirty communal under Nocturne.

And how the rupture for the pagan dances passed the rebels heads in Durka.

Gone into the graves of fused idols,

Kents depended and blocked on the needle.

Leaders and scaldes as usual Naiba.

Replacing the ribbon on Lagerfeld and Cavalli. By changing punk rock to Tili-Tili-Tili-Vali,

"Three axes" - on Fuhoogro under Beavla ...

Klyani dragonfly fate, Pinocchio,

Dance in hell your careless latino.

And does not glorify your death agency "Reuters)". Although you probably will be anyway.

Sydi and pear are stuck. Pinocchio

Chlebai from the horn per hour toolin.

You will help you daughter-fucking and son-Efreitor.

Call the rocket and go with you "in shit".

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The king-plague wandered over yellow submarine.

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Zobanes flabbing woke up from anesthesia.

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Dried to the voice of the aged dragonflies,

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The children of proclamine colors were brought.

You believed in the brotherhood and holy ideals

And not afraid, they got up for the barricades,

You won. But death steals as Merkder.

Shiver disappeared. You have been ready for her for a long time. . .

You turned, my careless Pino,

From the command in the addict and cretin,

From Harry Galler in Nadid Mollusk,

From Mika Jagger to sad shit.

Sydi and listen, juicing Pinocchio,

As ARTEMEN in the bushes fucks your Malvin

For battle vodka and not a cunning snack,

And you are calm, implanted log.

Maniili routes and Flat, yards and squats,

Kropyl Tusnik's dance floors later.

And very quickly exhausted the earthly quota,

In Geenna, the fiery burned moths.

On the dust of Woodstock rolled through the catalog -

Nirwan Kaifa catchers won in catch

And Rock'n'ROLL - presence of the juicer,

Left tons of fear, pain and longing.

In the tape recorder - hoarse corpse from Aberdeen: "Wow Pau!"

Growing year, horns grow, grow seeds,

By stycass, your gondola is slowly floating -

Around so raw, snaplessly and dark. . .

Sit and listen, indifferent Pinocchio,

Like Durramar fuck in the point of your Malvina,

For the bank of the SP.