Хлебушек neizvestno - в палисадник со свечой - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I have repeatedly went to the parisader with a candle

There hip hop and did not smell

Exceptionally moss.

Do not judge who has long been sent to slaughter

Sing until they guessed who you are

My, Veliad Pock for the Word Hero

Pump, this is my delivery to you home

Oh, buried in my head

As a result, you are inflated, and I have been inflamed by Drug

Weight so dry into the microphone spray saliva

Your attempt to be between the first and second

Hung, throw meaning

Cabbage in which you were born, skis

Taking the forbidden fruit you committed a bad act

The path to the heart of a man lies through bastard

Swallow that infection all and immediately, OK

In the parisader is warm, but on the body of chill

There would make oxygen sip

I picked up feces and put them on a piece

After all, even a sprout breaks through the asphalt

Check the shelf life of these lines.

Krash.

Killed but not by you, microphones milkers in the roller

Yes, object to me for the words thunder from the sky from far away

Farming eyes and mouth clook I will eat even ass and ears

I am a leader of leeches and ticks pour me on fuck glue I brighter all the lights here

Salute Westa, I'm waiting for guests without news

In places of homeless, the bayans tones were lying

Shades moved around the wall after a foam party

Pictures change, long-waved plates

Petno on the photograph of Beton as invisible

Smoothness as if forget-me-not juicy pokhanuli twinks of the third day sleep did not see the paths of the Mutka

Banks Bulika Rocket Checks Evrika Packages Parachute Tyulki Wet Water Quick

Crowded veins on the mouth of the mouths allowed foam

Vataa Adequita is not true naked burned down the carriage without secrets We were sticking out where the struggle of the mentalities did not find answers in the ribbon, but it would be covered in the ribbon, but it was not enough that was not nice

Hi Malinaa, Aei

We are rushing beautiful

Ank.

People, Oh, you far from the gods

Blood is free from Akov

I didn't have a white nineteen

I do what it is impossible, yau friends

And I'm there where smoke on the hut, justice for the sake

Yes I'm far away, not a pilot tester and maybe there is enough gray spots back to bother not rolls new tactics, practiced my instinct to fuck rap on the machine, everyone is enough, you hear everyone enough

I wish my grandmother's health, mom and bat

And on your party I fuck

I will fight for the idea

Even if you get how to howling, I will blow a dand

Under the mushrooms to join fish that swim in the pond

UNNV Project Tub

Let smoke in the wind

Under howl Siren is preparing for you here and this is our product, hawai there and here

Caf and gross

Flow Wooden, as the first "love" forget hard

Every day in the positive is

Remember where you go, do not forget from where.