В.П. - 22 смс назад - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Week without a year, my light, 22 sms back, we have not slept yet, 40 - I did not even think, and the result - here it is Palevo, we are in opal, and blind does not see the blind way, as we got and what boobs are boiling.

The lips hurt, because you are all prickly; there are no more my friends, nor your wife; everyone will say how much this is a difficult case and how strongly fabrics are amazed.

Israeli and Palestinian, and salt and pepper, saliva bitter; August-dressed up in the hand of us, in the palm of the laid, two rooms; time of cravy insomnitz, tray hotels, conspiratorial jargon and humorous; two puppies, that, rolling in the ridge , Somlev from the heat already; All that up is solid blind spots, then I will renounce when installing.

This is all, how will the Lord of the will, I will press myself to entertain: here we do not take alcohol with you, so that everything happens on a sober; between jeans and a t-shirt strip of the skin, the world more increasingly, as if a jack under him; we are desperately unlike you, and from this everything is funny in a lot of brief; the hair is a hard pile, in bed like a midster with a leopard, in the head there is a thick thickening syrup; think your heart - you will die with a happy old man, it will tell the sons of the darts before you start gather In the coffin.

Boy-tickets-in-last-row, a boy-in-luxurious-kind. I don't care that there they are talking about us and who are god from us anxious Bifstex to you; that before those for whom it is more important to the moral code - let eternal oral sex have.

Here he are you - you stand in a sheet like in Tog and foolish, and where I will leave. Cataphette in the paradise fucking draws - especially for those who will burn in hell.