HE KURILI - Ночь Бессоница - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Still suffers night insomnia

Everything is the same way somewhere through the streets,

Still crazy about white folts

And is given entirely to the sports facies! (2 r.)

1) Tell me what kind of boyfriend is your iPhone?

What such familiar, fuck at night calls?

Shoot his photo on your chest background?

And why am I still not familiar with this friend?

Are you stoning with him too?

Okay, what are you driven.

You are silent while you don't touch you below.

As they told you, I saw you on school smoking the boy standing and you are under the tilt.

I woof fucking fuck

But while the bitch does not want, the cable also does not jump. Love to the coffin, what do you know under this word? I forget, I am dead, that I was sick you. Where do these thoughts for the joint happy

Long life, wake up you just rape.

I apparently just save the motifs, what would just take and part with her

Still suffers night insomnia

Everything is the same way somewhere through the streets,

Everything is also crazy about White Folts and is given entirely to sports facies! (2 r.)

Tell me, is it your new came on Folz?

Or in a taxi now give such cars in the foes?

Fuck you generally two sims and two cristini

Each in two rooms,

Walking wildly see me so many times knew "Throw You Duru, she will throw you like a strawberry pokin cigarette"

You thought it was not like others who drank to her, you fight!

Let's buy her eyes, and a kiss on the lips

I'm afraid you can hear "Dima, Dima from the club?" This is some kind of pizdets stubborn infection

Only she is always right, and you never fuck

It's like buns crumbling and she will cover

His stupid hysteria and matured howling fucking

Come on, in the midst of the same, the main thing is not with you. The main thing is to stand standing without lowering the rim