Fear - ПОНТЫ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My smile is circles on the water, your smile is somewhere in a hole, artificial laughter, yes, you fucking look at everyone,

Typorally sliced, on Codread,-at-you don’t know what children are underwear, we have hardcore traffic, slaughter pieces on dude

Take a shutter

You ask what I need to go, it’s a lot, many, a lot,

I am losing consciousness, but with non-understanding, I will never give you attention to the bitch, this is a groove guy,

With a capital letter fucking a ditch, smells stubbornly, for some a knife in the back is normal, for me it is unrealistic, it is unrealistic,

But it is realistic to paint on the lines directly without prodi, without any nits with a sorrhinas fucker fucking, their own in touch,

The Gaiper went through the style of mud-in the bunces, everything is on ointment-not pussy!