KOVACH - Джен Кот - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Everything is exactly who and when he thrown someone,

I used to stay and took out and spit on the stake.

But you did not rinse for Rilly, although your head is in sweat,

Leave the ocean to the whale, the world to God Jen Kotu.

You came up with the game stupidly playing the Czech.

But the shift will not shoot off how he lost to the tour.

This is done in conscience and give it in good conscience,

To you, them, or to him, I collect Dream-Tym.

If I want, I will be shut up,

I convey the word to him and you will check Delugu.

I will guard my quirks, this is a miracle that I live,

But behind my back, I love her.

You did not hurt those species, those dreams,

Myths for years destroyed the truth for years, walking yards pulled out their hearts giving the body to the lady, or the opposite, call it this cycle.

Calling the Troy Getto I see my house,

You, follow the fire, I was hot in it.

The whitewashing in the ceremonial fell from urine,

We closed the keys of the house, but do not scream away from the house.

Yes, I see a dream in which I am not at Bali,

You would have called Kentes, counted.

Forgot who was gone, you were tired that only

Obbly with lips leafed through time to dawn.

I am a pierced jen cat and my hook will understand me,

This pipe is a whirlpool and milk will not be lost.

We forgot where the sunrise, the autopilot did not answer,

Doing everything to the turn did not pass the turn.

What the hell is the covach opening your mouth?

These lines are all exactly in the end no one will understand.

Brothers, I have enough worries

And yours will move to these edges more than once.

I recently understood something that you don't give a damn about

these are the secrets of generation to buy or sell,

And you do not finish the feature, as it is called

You take a soldering iron and learn to solder.

Cut on the nose, there will be no flame without smoke, I won’t apply a fuck. I don't need to.

But for some, a shame makes his way

Where, to whom, yes I go! One there, one here.

I am your fire extinguisher, pour puffing pysh.

Whether the street is it octry on which you are stupid.

And we punished for the poems of Castra, Cherrevato was to pour noodles when everything was not so fucked.

Nazguls in notebooks at night draw phoenixes,

Izengard outside the zone, the orcs did not sew the penis.

Frodo at the ring throws three past the crater,

Ents would fall asleep, but do not see in this barter.

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It is difficult, it is difficult to fly jolly,

Easy to do not care about the negative.

But I was created to love and creating certainly to fly and give.