SLIVKO - РЕТРОФЛЕКСИЯ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I call myself a person who is not in charge of his adequacy. While you are scoring the head of the first news ribbons knowfully emergency information, I will not like it out of the skin in any way. Featuring the earth with its flood feelings. Fallen from reality is also art. Let me ride friends over time and sneakers. I'm a snag on the bottom in the blue ward with an iron bed or in a motley dress with a nipping alcohol in a smoked casket. My recurrence of replacing concepts is spinning on a brave language. Pulling words turnover, a visa - I am here the second role of the artist. In the ugar, I will ruthlessly strive a taxi driver with revelations, disbounds of higgled rhymes. The marginal network on the inferiority of the wild society in which was born, rose and skece. Born, rose and skece.