бегущий человек - дивный мир - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Water with those whose fingers often do not scour on the griffy in search of a Greener in the hut littered with things from a past life

in whose strings crazy reefs

not insulin

whose god is not a syringe

whose goal is not a width for a day or a width unbuttoned ready

the metropolis is full of animal species of all individuals at first glance they look quite prestigious

but inside their haircuts sits a global predictor

The psychoscanicist terrorizes through a free wifi generation of primates who have chosen an instagram filter for the genital posts for this century.

it’s easier to choose a female in the sea of dead fish

There is something to profit from normal boys

And we have to starve axes on the silt of information rot mucus seeping through the roof

Swer rains

Nobody stinks of nicotine foam of summer days where you often see an acidic face than a hot sun

But you are not the only one in this desert

I fill the flask with water whose metal with metal is closer and make a pilgrimage to the marvelous world of misanthropy