dobbro - добрые люди жрут злых - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Titans tell me right in my ears

"Your flight of a moth over a black hole is interrupted" an open rainbow network of thousands of cards and paintings in the eyes of hundreds of dozens of songs with a sword of a samurai along the edge of the hair

If he reads, he will become a gallows.

The impossible way to open the chains is wrapped in them, just so that everything does not blink and black behind his back does not stand, otherwise all these voices are frantic waves

Port cities are unwritten letters to friends in themselves

Bookmarks between brick slots.

Ice smolders in the mailbox, no one needs

waiting at the black entrance

The heat unfolds the walls of the skull out and I have a new hundred fuckers

even hipsters do not listen to me and it's great

Let good people eat evil cocktail saliva with blood

There are too many of you here

Pigs stuffed with budonon while only two and third holy stuffy smell of a ball of 6 and 4 kilometers

in diameter and here cannot be fixed, lei

I have no unperturbed me in your country, everyone really knew that

69 years in a row

Make a cinema and a dining room from my selfless house

I'm not quite here

Always only at night and when you write again swollen hands through a flat head

completely lost, I forgot how many people need on the meat stew of the second recipe or a feline luminous soup directly to the ocean I do not have enough reports and chitcodes of the intermediate link of effective gallows managers for interpreters I am tired and confused the fucking normality - send a prayer in a personal

I am passing fair sentences in the offseason of the series

I hover on the foreman

I curse sinners on Skype

Armored glass cage for one of the self -proclaimed representatives smile and Masha I wait for you why every time I

I’m trying to do better, you create another supermarket for selling candles through checks of this powder, I will make you wiser, small and stupid manne more deeper than a hot location two

Not quite pure of course, but you know that my paths are inaccessible, my friend.