Rem Digga - Мутки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Let's think about which of them appreciates me.

Who am I? The whole herd steers me.

Holds far from exhibits full of makeup.

My head, and as always, is a screen of me.

My business is about me personally.

Someone, I know, is trying to bark at me.

Another part tries to pour his knitting on me.

I usually fundamentally changed such a game.

Let's talk who exchanged me for the price tag?

Who could know that this herd would change me like that?

I wouldn’t give a hundred legs a meter from the perimeter.

The machine was the whore and that adversely influenced.

They crushed with a fee, a bull, and what else is me there?

Well, where to shave me.

Hurring is not me.

The bird did not accept their everyday life

With the calculation who approached the share of seconds there? Helled.

It will be tight to me, without a friend to me, this is a service to me,

On the contrary, to be your circle outside

I did not hold my hands in shit, I did not finish ideas,

Almost five, probably, behind the bitch, as not, on the back of the head.

Cattle go to any way

There I was tormented by the moves and ran into the forks.

The whole tinsel made smoke,

Don’t come to the guy I know where you got out.

Do not pull - Nekuri fucked said cho it is necessary,

Bee bees, he did not call honey,

But he would consider his brother if leaving the hut.

Use. He has not yet been crumpled, you have brought someone to the di-dang.

It takes me like that

Although the fate of these people does not care about me.

On the side, the voice is - for or against me.

My team is growing, at night a charge is full.

But it flooded the area and all kinds of goblin

And my crazy city of coal on raep is obsessed

I have not heard so much shit in megacities,

The number "42" is simply afraid to call.

On these even in the bastard to spend paste,

Supposedly come, we are already crushed here, almost,

Thousands of bottomless associations and groups,

It stinks of the carrion from them f-f-fu.

Such does not mean the Vedas - and this is the end

The thought is elusive - and this is the end.

Frost should not be diluted, peaceful, run into the bedchamber,

Do not jerk off my bath.

The head is about to go at the seams,

It is clogged with these, those, the boiler boils - there will be a scar.

Smoke hides me, I see you loom,

Then they opened a purely deer and a nag mouth.

Barely caught, but still a drunken Oberton,

As if there were operas in the house.

Change if you are a half -point, tone,

Like these two bitches that both work.

I am tuned to stand like a camera tone,

Do not upset the idyll in force.

I confused the number, the house, or unnoticed,

That you have moved away, leaked.

We lived in silt, did not whine, did not howl, and stomped according to the fields of miles, we were alive as far as the weather was not cursed, we prayed to the brooms, and we mutated horses, there at a minimum, we could have a tramp of tramps when we were visible when we saw the caps when They took a dick, understand who boys.

So it was yes, you saw those types of the monastery of the bandits, you didn’t eat the cops with clubs with clubs, they burst the fagots of life, stupidly for the boxes made corpses, attacked the dripping on our brains, took our own, after the Xiva, their own

So it was yes, and it excites me, where the path was born where I took it than the hall blew up, smoke and UFOs, swill, I know - it was worth mulping.