бегущий человек - boom bye ye - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The morning of the earth dutifully illuminates the observers of nature without popcorn spit a bull from the balcony to the bell tower where you cut off your negativity on the gloomy helmets of Babylon’s working construction 2.0 Moskow City Eternally hungry mouth clinging to the udder of the provinces is a life that life here sugar here is the speed on the hunting of the Torchebos. From the skin, in order to enter into the norms of TRIPs, to break into the frantic rhythm of life on a spoon, jams jamming the jelly rivers in the veins frozen in anticipation of the tide of the mood boom Boim Boim Bi, I am not deprived of the sun freely expressed dissatisfaction with worn slains from the evil northern winds closed for all the nets Gray Bones in a wide sweatshirt