Prince Xvtt - Лефотсифем - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

[Verse] They say to me: “Be easier, do not close the sharpening, Roma, you forgot to drink the medicine” But I have a fuck and my god died for a long time, blasphemy glasses are thin lenses or buckets with paint my world: blood, AIDS, pus, pus, Alcohol, anger, squirt, split, pain, trips, no, sobs, sibli -layer words, fire from them and glossy linden of dead roses, overdings of books, fimosis, my life - running to nowhere and lying exhausted as if exhausted as if on The power of dental vehicle gave its mouth and every day in the heart a blow to the punk of unprecedented childhood and vapor alcohol, Pinta Haro, Pir Komarov on the kitchen table, God divided me with an ax. He walked his buckthorn of his, where I am running and vice, but the road is not good and thresholds and thresholds They attracted, blocked oxygen to me by the people and the dream is sleeping on the other side of the shore, I fly from hand to hand, as if Frisbee here is surrealism on a patient’s note with sighs of broken life [Verse] far from the cover of Vogue, deeds of the minimum wage, clothing and my fashion and my fashion for mine. The film will not go to the cinema hundreds of laid out legs and nobles binding, but a lie to the binoculars and I take a copper penny of wine, I do not change as from a change of places of terms I have lost my mind, do not help me, the bitch has not put my teeth in the glass I have not put it in a glass the crazy booth is alive and the mouse and the plant, the newcomer and excessive niche under the tree, suddenly lost in the curtain, suddenly became a nietzsche-copper and as a great matter to live to the highest matter to live to the loss of the beating of the beating of the beating of the beating, Give me just time, I myself will find the widgets of a genius, let childhood not story toys will soon be better, they say, in the middle of the high, fucked waves of the beam will receive my god and will put me a bunch of food but the mistakes do not teach again to the bottom - instead of the anchor, farther and further from the milk Pedal boar like a doyle from Dali or Dahl