эхопрокуренныхсараев - Лёша фен - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Blood pupils were copied, schizophazia reproduced the mouth. Under the sleeves, a collection of traces after invections. Where are the traces of Dasha Cancer, where you were strangled with cancer and where the dead ladies were smalled with varnish, for hair. Nervaosis and also manic syndromes is the second type of adequate, schizophazia adaptes are progressing. In the cemetery, the Gothic landscape is diluted with grayness. doses for Lyokha, a phenomenon of a lack of substances. And for someone this is a slow and pleasant death. It is more pleasant than laughter, at a friend's funeral. The deceased from the crocodile, get up and tear the eye socket to the psychiatrist so that he does not see your inadequacy. Eyes see everything except reality, became square, dramatic world. In fact, the myth, Paul turned on Vienna in the rhythm of the sand clock. In fifty -ninth - Stalin broke away from the mustache. After a lack of gloomy insanity of melancholy, my inner world has dried. The rocke inhaled, through Lyokhin a package. Hello branch! Blum in worms, cockroaches became dried fruits after Kumar. Nightmares dreamed all night, not where the shmara was removed, bruises under the eyes, I will wear glasses. This is not how to rape in a point, the softness of your texts. In the church, pop with mushrooms hypnotized passers -by. ATiIstic punk scratched near Chesovni, this is Proopatical Park but only the forest regiment. Styopa, you are not a lady! Our frozen bodies, a gift for the coffin, order it, a funeral bureau. Statue is a dead dragon. This is like a zone only an orphanage. Okay Google, how to continue to live! You are with the blue bong, Lyokha is blue with the Bons. Reason with a poison area, at once cut down after tightening. I wandered at the stops in search of the meaning of life, I dream not to fuck the insides of the dead dogs. At times, Lyokha were diode mattresses. After they wanted to sleep, but not where to lie down. In the morning, shoulder straps were torn off. A smile from a stroke develops like Wunder Kind, Lesha tablet King. I read many books but it became dull. The bird flew by, which is the city’s naubalovka. Trying to survive in the zone according to the laws of children at home, too weak. The corpses were sucked out open hatches on the roads. They were lying green as aliens. Old people with sticks, in the ass. Bookmark. The children are pale, as if death was born. From the wall on the wallpaper I saw a matrix of triangles, the consciousness of the schoolchildren focuses on the third eye of the sacred bag, Lyokha does not greet, although with a greeting! The psychedelic attraction of Tripov, the carnival of forbidden substances adorned his main state of mind. AIDS Sector for Boyan! The prize sector fuck. This is not as long as sand and rusting Shin from the ass of Koshchei, above the gold. From spice vortices vomiting and the bottom pops up, what is needed for happiness? We are fed hunger since childhood. Cadeine dawn of sleeping pills. The absence of the Hero, the cat cried. Go to the pharmacy. Stive the library. All in order to convey the phenosy of the pancake hello to Oleg. Broken fanarics shine with darkness. who is not naariki, and full of shit, that is Satan