Варавайки - че ты гонишь, мусор - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

What are you chasing, garbage, Shnyag is not on business, why are you soaring me about bunks and a convoy, why are you like a dent, I am not a product, and scare, bastard, a woman Kolyma. From your mud of garbage, I suffered, I ate plenty of the owner of the grunts, I had called back ahead of time, on the assets of Lazaretian doctors. Hop, garbage, not a period for me, Zinger's car broke a needle, all the witnesses, semi -mortal, and you, shit, garbage, I saw in a coffin. I took the whole thing near Samara, did not pull the roots with a steam locomotive, in the hut of the camp, I kept such a style, I did not drop to the camp mice. And you call me in my ears, drive a bagpage, about that shovel from the Lokhov cheekbone, your tramps raised the “praopul”, then, like a tusik, then sniffed his hands to me, then dirty floors. Hop, garbage, not a period for me, Zinger's car broke a needle, all the witnesses, semi -mortal, and you, shit, garbage, I saw in a coffin. Your bulls dashed me dashingly, my bracelets squeezed my hands on my hands, the scoundrels rolled the scattering on the "funnel", and in the end they brought this to the viper. But this time the cops were fraught with what was needed, I didn’t even take that shovel, and you signed in vain, the boss, under the tolerance, that under the hat of a bespectacled goat. Hop, garbage, not a period for me, Zinger's car broke a needle, all the witnesses, semi -mortal, and you, shit, garbage, I saw in a coffin.