dobbro - смерть или што - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

a place where everyone is waiting for stubborn women and I am a great traveler from one hole to another illuminated by lanterns

The red -haired winter changes to wet fog and the reality will never get out of itself to get up just to talk to you, if now we will go to look at the heads flying out of the hive

they make a bees of the noise of different -bunding cells that will make you forget all previous words you don’t even know death or for me is not so important as many people think in unison by bones hugging each other at night, you will definitely turn over on the other side while I wander in The perfectly smooth surface of the white noise of sleep again I see the continuity of the parks even when you treat words in a different way, their length is full of frozen tenderness, which shines with greenish glare under closed in the dark

windows of absolute calm

Increasingly, I forget who is around me "who the fuck you are, I am here" and someone even called indifferent, I have been living with extraneous impurities in the blood for several months now and it may even come out that my consciousness was never sober is a boat floating in the bath complete gasoline and turpentine and I really want to smoke