Exkuite - Запретный плод - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Year 4 thousand eighth, present the time 10 00 and

12 -hour belt, every second person is now mortally ill with this planet. Outcoming life on it is a shit on it, people began to suffer a thousand years ago, a light 1 now and the air for them is currently smell, all the seder on close relatives on each other, everyone for himself And only the bran, from life, but there is one moment, we are all angels now and in paradise there are simply no places, what to make the earth with the heaven, all sorts of left and stupid as flakes of snow, they are also trusting to blow them off easily, sorry for such It’s not a minimum of people now, but basically, their desire to leave our world does not heal correctly, none of the Almighty leaders of their injury, it only periodically consists that this fruit is forbidden and not the one with which something begins

And let the comets will dry out.

All the same, there are no places there, there are no places.

And there are no people left among us.

And swing the soul only of the sky in the shadow of the destiny.

For someone, phraseological units are limited, the possibilities for steel requests are crossed out, from the lists of the famous artists of those marinas where the ancestors of Adam and Eve grew up where they have been expelled, from there everything went now for them, how to start not to be about but an ignorer,

And if nevertheless it is possible to stop death, there is a second Magellan what will help us to see, otherwise the world give him an attempt by chtoli, which is not possible when it starts to storm the tundra, you yourself understand that at least no one will be able to sit up, like Silent Hill, The nominees have outlived ourselves not to get into space, the soul hangs without a body and we are between the wanders, paradise and hell with a world and a bee, the forbidden fruit has long been torn off and everyone dies hello to them

There are more chains from the lines on a centner than what he rushes on the bumps, he breathes with fire his diagnosis makes a stigma, and it is incurable like a guy, because his name is his name, fuki Full as from your packs, the tour will not end if the wick with spent is at the start How do we expel demons? It’s easy to simply, a leiko patch to your mouth, hard your hands with a cable, hot metal on your torsion, is it painful?! Come on! Sing to me Grossed this with the news, by the way, I voted for your mix, but only to see what to be you and everyone, fuck I send wild Vladik Pussy Riot, but I twist my voices so that Petya sucks, this is a workout passage, your business is like a pair of pair of without a couple Do not expect income from him

I put a flag on the grave as a sapper, the color of the red is the color of the phalanx, so, fuck us DBZ final diagnosis of FinEcum maximum that I can tell you this incest, against the princesses we are like Astrid, just you would float for a pass on the pass on the brace Slowly but true as they said before, they would have fed further with their customs, but now the assessment itself will change after, Simpson’s assault on which we demolish you, let it not be pissed into slippers, go to treat while we are already without it without it. You, a slave looking for a slave to myself,

Again, we will hang together, with sadness that the fun will kill again, people rush here, and selfishness takes everyone by the nose, if someone wants to leave, then good luck is not easy for him, I wish you a diagnosis of life but on the other side of the canvas