всёбудет - Бикини - Боттом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

No, I did not leave anyone

I just stayed with me.

Not a bully motive in order to argue about it.

Not for Mike* History.

We will not return - on ** by the end of the preface.

Reveal? Again?

- No no no. Stop

A curtain! Word!

In everything where he was, he bought a caustic message.

He broke out, cooled down.

I am lame all over my head, maybe, but my happiness is this crutch.

He is at the junction of the plates

That when a collision would make my fuse idle,

But he is there, with a pathology between, he does not allow me to judge, to measure shame for himself.

Problem on notes:

I would like to become part of the great work!

A swollen thought? Self -conceit of five revolutions? That's how!

Therefore, "No Pasaran" to everything that is against.

I was nourished with a negative, like a bikini sponge - a bot.

In my city, in any layout, there will be a new day.

The luminary will knock out a shadow from each,

As long as the forces in the flows of photons will remain, and then be removed to grow old.

To die, blurring in the water column that is standing above us.

In the morning, reborn in order to tell everyone about immortality myth.

See? Yes, he goes to the bottom, but I'm not alone here.

We, like, white in the black quarter - failure by all, but for each other Dream Team.

Yes, you have the same sun, but in the thickness of the water it is always better,

It's just that for the "standby" years of my life, I have not seen the city on land.

No, we are not angry, just looks at things differently.

Money, career, excitement - everything, b*yat, and immediately - life in the water is fleeting.

"What kind of hell?" - he will ask accidentally who went.

To questions about sad.

Stop pestering us!

Then the land even transfers if you choke!

In my city the same values, they are so fond of those who come.

The same moral. The same saga about men and a woman.

But only forever so - priorities in the opinion of them are mutilated.

No, it is not easier for us, just in the mind of the statics of vision - nothing is not variable.

Speech to push about the mediocre embezzlement of time - it makes no sense, about the mercilessly wounding graphics at this moment.

Although it is unlikely that anything will change, even after a thousand years.

Residents will again pray to their cockroaches. Underwater Testament.

I tried to go ashore, but there I could not push above from the bottom.

Do not freeze the idea of everything that you see when dryness hits the consciousness. The finish is seen and so, we all return.

And we stay here to die.

But while life in this place inhales water, we play this way,

So that the orchestra is rattling at the funeral.

So that in the tears of those who remain after you,

Millions drowned.

And again, someone else you*is the world as it seemed impossible.

The hottest city on the map is the investigation - the city of absurdity.

Each of them is endlessly talented. Madly.

The ocean over the chapters is salvation - the main miracle.

Without hundreds of meters above the head, we would be washed away from here as ash.