Lumeo - Я нетривиальный. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There were moments of diplomatic, but everything was flooded with cement, the feeling of love was covered with mold, maybe something remained, but clearly somewhere where there is nothing, the blue sky and water, they write in a personal, they say Ruslan, stop crying, everyone is tired of everyone. Um? Those people who have not been dealing with me for a long time are trying to stop at something, and I wrote about how I regret that I lost a person who was really dear, now it makes no difference and it is true, why write about it at all about it so everything will be washed off with her memory, as after the rain, the inscription with chalk “I love you” ha, now there is no such thing, don’t even try a bitch, because money is a drug, here every skin is ready to sell for sterling, but still I hope that there is that there is Normal virgins, now in Ahu you can observe small prostitutes in their teeth with a cigarette and beer, obsessed with rude about sex and drugs of raep, are I tired of? If you see similar on the streets, platforms, benches, a hug with a hammer by a hammer of this dure, if you have no one to go with, when you are alone, call me, you call me as much as you asked, you don’t have to enrage, then realizing what you did, you have done, you With tears in my eyes, you begin to ask me to turn off the role of the butcher and not to knead you, I wanted lyrical nonsense, but I changed my thought when I heard this bit, Kronos, fagot, you don’t have to give these tips, and I am not told, I'm not saying it, I'm not saying it, I do not say it. What is your reading shit, but just a feeling that the dog is growling, your name is on the most loud party of Crimea? Bratan, do not laugh, this disse for you is a sore theme, like breams who give you kids at school, supposedly for the fact that you are fat and respect you as a person, but what you write: suck, shit, manure, manure GOVES, shit, well, in general, the full shit, now I will ask fans, let's only say the truth, is I good, or bad, elusive or sucker? Phenomile or schmuck, although wait, to be honest, everything is one, because my life is my picture, I write it myself, and it will somehow do not care that you will write to the comment, or you will say in the back ..