dobbro - beggal - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The ultimatum of the final category came

The son of a drug addict was carried away by Gashe, the son of a drug addict, and he knows according to the theory of psychology that it was forever treated for seven months, but still under the table the complex symphony of Konopolevoni, but the hen of the runner of the Begali Junior found and then found the opera of the Leninsky district

And the inconsolable father does not know how to be on the train to go out into the street and it is not red huts through muddy water

Each random passer -by shamelessly hard walls sinks, my cheeks in sliding down the steep sidewalks

Following the church tram -van calls

the roar of people of internal combustion, birds sing with telephone buzzing in the nylon of engineering networks,

Here, time is swinging the arrows on the clock (ringing) Stiringly peering into the plan of the breakdown of the world for tomorrow plaster concrete and bricks fly up and on the side of my agony drinks a stake without sugar. The broken voices of the corridors will close you the secret of void silence

And the infinity in the sticky budron of the dreams, the bears of the way, breaks out of you to wake up in your own past

dozens I crumble and then flow one into another

I will put the dog-border in the package

paranoia

And last time the elephant was trumpeted

we have mushrooms inadvertent salt and serene infinity of youth

(only one serenity)

Peppovo, the expansion of one semicircle of the pupil eats the time to be sustained in a dusty

He can go out of the hostel for you, but it's somehow strange

That is, I correctly understood your name Islam and you want to weave a song from the dead sounds of the world? The synthesizer blizzard everyone looks at you after you and for you the nervous dance of the current muscle in a terrible accident crashed into the spinal column, you do not believe in medicine

I want to die in the country with voluntary euthanasia

plays 6 times at the end of the month 29 millionaires of all you were won by a resident of the Stavropol Territory, not so big money

I will devour tomorrow and there will be no city, he will melt on your lips, he specially pulled out everything human by wires from you, wake up now, stand up for a day on the cold marble of the altar and cut the throat of the obsidian I waited and always waited

I had a cold century with warm winters and a fall outside myself