maruhanabachi - Фина - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

She liked my fingers. I liked her eyes unnecessary. Direct Laksheri. In Sharia. God does not judge. He sits inside and whimpers. Forgetting the prayer book in a pile of stupid books.

Alien poems are sometimes closer than their own .. they see me like from the inside. In the morning, cough. Removable huts and not one ... did not make his own. They divided dinner, although there were no enemies.

Where have I been all these days? He disappeared and fucked up. He raged .. listened to Boombox, borrowed phrases. Rap Rape. My texts I myself have not mastered. If you forgive me.

Do what you want, with what you have ... you have some kind of mile in the comments. And I like it is parallel. I am at the hairdryer ... in terms of bottle.

And if about drugs. It is also called a screw and tina. Pervitin was accepted by Hitler and not one. This is Noncide. Walking encyclopedia. Phenomy phenomenon. Tina. Screw. I would like to write about love about love. Where will such poems come from

Metaphmfeamine brought Nagayosi .. Crystal synthetics of the igat. But not Agatha Christie is here. Here, like Ilf and Petrov. First grandmothers, then chairs. Mutters.

They fucked in the 30s and did not sleep for days. Life schedule according to the level of low frequencies of the subfuer. From the nerves of the saddles. Without strength. Remove the object. Name the drug with your name. Remind you who fucked her. Imaginary. Vulnerable. Always my responsibility. Che yes how. In the head of the mess. Instead of dewing. Sleep, come on. It is cold here. I wanted to see. I saw from the screen. PR promo for more views

I can at least tell about Putin, even about Medvedev. That is at least Navalny. Will get into Kadyrov? Are you crazy?

Sin with the righteous to confuse. The youngsters did not vourse as it was cool under Yanyka. How much work cost a hundred bucks. And what to do with Lyam, if it turns out to be sloppy. I do not believe in the lottery. In the Russian roulette according to Mayakovsky, the choice. Bang Bang,

PIF PEF BIT from the second attack of Nig, the poet, Nigga.

Beat from denim. And I bought a bit on the bank number in the bank. Rarely falling the surname. They know me like a bumblebee. And I'm not a banch. This is true. For Panda. Pump your car. Edyna Ukraine. In good terms, I did not forget about the Donbass.

Undergrowths of newborn algae. I am in Siberbos on my feet and without wheels.

Salute from Kyiv to Chernins and Sumy. Do not fall from the chair. If you hear this track. I am alone in the apartment and it pushes me alone ...

And our Crimea. Well, and huli?