Krovostok - ovoshch - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

At first he studied at school and there was all the Tipi-top, then drugs began, Hipi-hop drunk

Then I went to the tower, so that strict fucked, hospitals, injections, knitting, crying gloomy father

Then there were long cuddles, fear of pain and blackness, now I live cleanly, like a clean, whore, sheet

Once, a voice from above said: "You are silent, burn, when shooting, my son, when shooting, do not wait faster"

Now I am a creature - a manipulator and every day I am different, yesterday I am an academician Velikhov, and tomorrow son Viti Tsoi

I drove my body in the traps of hospital wards, at first the loss is scared, but later you become happy

Drink you one body when you can choose around? It is necessary to live in a kaleidoscope, you need to live at once and suddenly

I instilled in many different few thousand times, I saw Putin shaving with the help of his eyes

I shit instead of Mikhalkov and the smell of me not to forget, I remember how Ksenia herself pulled a tampax thread

I learned a lot about many things that fucking shame, other people's brains are dirty, dirtier than I am used to

My life is not sugar, my life is bright, linden honey, I am very different every day and rushes me every day

I was a walking advertisement for the hot - Doga, I was a Tula storm and a psoriasis nun from the south and Olympic rower

Maybe it will even be able to move back for a while, it will make sure that the vegetable on the very mattress is still me

The vegetable on the very mattress is still me ...

Strange, but it throws me only in Russia with my mother, I do not mind, moss at dusk, a quilted jacket in the sprouts

Ah, Russia, the icon of the Mother -in -law, the radiator flows, a skirt with a neckline, a steam room, a blood knife in the blood, slag blocks with pickup

Strange, but it throws me only in Russia with my mother, I do not mind, moss at dusk, a quilted jacket in the sprouts

Ah, Russia, the icon of the Mother -in -law, the radiator flows, a skirt with a neckline, a steam room, a blood knife in the blood, slag blocks with pickup

Strange, but it throws me only in Russia with my mother, I do not mind, moss at dusk, a quilted jacket in the sprouts

Ah, Russia, the icon of the Mother -in -law, the radiator flows, a skirt with a neckline, a steam room, a blood knife in the blood, slag blocks with pickup