s.наилучшими пожеланиями - и мы с соней гроб взяли и он поплыл - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

M.: This is a coffin, yes.

C.:- Bishop*a!))

A.:- I drew coffin in childhood.

M.

A.: - BL8, Snow White.

M.: - Yes, this hu*nya, she was completely transparent, there was a man, some woman is shorter, now, and you and I ...

A.: - You say that, bitch, like in an elephant damn, "and you and I" damn, you are like a colonel

You say.

M.: - We had such colors ordinary children's, watercolor, I don’t know, well, these are where you open, well ...

A.: Well, I understand, like gua?

M.: No, not gouache

A.: A, Dadada, dick paints, plastic.

M.: And we are shorter than a brush here, we painted something, all sorts of color patterns on the coffin, in short, here.

C.: Bitch, what, four years or something?))

M.: In general, it is completely shorter, they painted all sorts of patterns incomprehensible.

A.: - And in the coffin Farik and Cyril?

M.: - Here, no, there was someone's mother. I just don't know whose mother.

A.: - Fuck, we have one mother.

M.: - No, not in terms of mother, but mother.

S.: - Sonya fucking? XD

M.: - Here, and then, such was an awesome beach, only there the sand was generally ashtray and the sea is absolutely transparent, blue, and Sonya and I then took this coffin shorter, pushed and he sailed around this blue ... in general. ..

A.: - Yes ...

M.: - According to this blue sea .. of course, this was generally very thysho ... it was a very schizophrenic incomprehensible dream, for me it was a psychedelic -chizophrenic dream ...

A.: - Dude, what they did here, it was fucked up, estimate, I laid one, and by force, roughly speaking ..,,

M.: - And what was there at all?

A.: - Yes, pussy*c! I hear, the asshole washes the dishes for 30 minutes, I am to him: '' What for the fucking? '', I go in, do he know what he makes ept? He has a frying pan in his hand, he washes it like this - he strokes it with his hand, looks like this, 30 minutes, this is a pussy*c -ept.

In the morning they arranged a hellish concert, I did not understand what they did here, but it was too long, then shouted, then prayed, then fed, then laughed, then they fucking on the tile of Ept, then, well, I think it was shorter Type, my head hurts, they didn’t give a lot of dicks ... I stand in short, I hear, Cyril talks, you know how he stands and talks - like that - so. He stands and talks, I .., you understand .., I look at him and he does not see me shorter, he is like a god or something he spoke: "I'm not afraid of you, oh you are a bitch," x*th knows some There are conversations ...

M.: - No, of course it is not necessary ...

A.: - And cool, you know, such a logic of dialogs that are not at all! At all! At the beginning: “Fuck, I'm afraid of death, I am afraid of death,” then the minute passes' “Death, go fuck if you come ... !!! ", such a feeling, you know, as if they were the actors of the Moscow Art Theater Bl*t and they turned some scenes here, and they were randomly cut and immediately went, damn it, like a potpourri is not so coherent ... Yes, there is no logic there !