Alya djey - Unlife - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We are definitely an old woman with a trough

Doomed hostages of their life.

Communal services, Khrushchev, fashionable apartments

The creator is a child who came to shoot a shooting range;

He shoots on the case and for sure

And each new day is like a test of duties (strength).

But I have, thanks, everything is ok,

Gives a second wind to the gaped world

His land sheltered orphans

The streets are teeming with sellers of nonsense and for all toxicosis

I do not feel the sweetness of food and color of everything

OH

Rowering late and the chances of Zero; Go,

Such a phenotype (type-type)

You can’t find good here, Google is answering the search for alternatives

Well, yes figs with him. The lies rubbed himself, now you are chewing Dirol.

Too complicated joke.

Already which is already spring, I probably try to get enough of

This ball rolls into the abyss, and the forest of hands is noticeably wishing to get there

I do not know what kind of attack;

Show us the truth,

Support Mirage,

The problems are terrible

And we forget to live with them

But they will have so obviously swaying them, listen to Claud killed on the hut, wait until they are captured by laziness

Stick with a bottle of Bakkardi, reason on the bed, score something, but warm

Disperse the blood in your body

And sincerely lament, they say, is this not a love of life?

I'm a franchise hero here

Forget, throw it out, then gloom of thought

Again a ladder up and up and there

I don't have to fall down

My loop is the answer-light

And I am anxious on this topic

Just feel a breeze, breeze, breeze;

Refreshes brains and into the distance takes away the remains of longing,

But the hell with him,

I take the first step and I remember tastes dirol

But I don't feel the floor

Already which is already spring, I probably try to get enough of

This ball rolls into the abyss, and the forest of hands is noticeably wishing to get there

I do not know what kind of attack;

Show us the truth,

Support Mirage,

The problems are terrible

And we forget to live with them