TIM 5-1 - Мимо - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I'm walking past Eurasia: squinted scum there

With a spill, can you take the score right away?

Battle with reason: everything is ordered, pay out external debt with gas

On the smeared eyes of an orgasm.

Back ! Remember how they ran? These moments fly apart like cables

I knocked out a strik, you drank a strik. They could have otherwise, but it is a Cheklist of life, or just a grudge

I called adult women children, but my house is where charging is already in the outlet

The order in the parade, the camera is personnel, forest, stones, snow, though I am on equal terms with them

Once, leave me alone, go to the goblin, I will not build my life on the slashes

I heard the claws crunch, expiring beige. Claws of death with delicate meat, and I'm mad

It was decided, re -on the head of Cariathida, guy go, lighter than Chris in the soul of idyda

Edita and Alla were replaced by erudites with scarlet lips and gays occupied regalia

And in reality we watched as in the area they were accelerated by swords to each other

Correctly we understood -we are drowning and inhaled with lungs inhaling the smell of vodka.

I go past the oceum beer in my hand, about the floor of the keg from the shelf like Paul Kay

Now I’ll be silent for a long time, but just give me a word without the intent of the evil

I will express the lines of hysteria with my hands insane and strictly - scissors, well, stone

It seems that the time has come to repent on Cain's head, the earth is rolling into the abyss and it's time to gap, that is,

The third handful with sorrow on the grave of honor and conscience, valor, divert words to a good verse

And to get to the mountain, where the house shines and the akathist to sing, God forgive, while there is enough vigor.

I go past the house of my own, like a new familiar area, Kayen healthy as a robot

I go between the boxes of apartments as crowned, business as in the city at the computer stolen

According to the new law, oma, the tension is shaken in the head melts the brain as tin

What the hell were Oliver raised in me, Toli Vera Toli fear, but also the right fact, the right sign

Too young, but the mouth opens with a young. The people are proud, the flame is blazing, the cord is cracking

Tact steps, blood on the wings? Marc Chagall. I see tears, the second only once - Marshal Lann

I'm walking past, constantly past me, a strange style? Yes, this is imaginary prose, yes it is not mine

And the anonymous music is stolen, and texts without a motive are not at all creative

Enucky with him, from the turnips Rent Rolon tape 54 shitty meters

No Bentley, but I don’t smoke Bento, compared with someone? I am someone, bit Necro

Type of Negro, Vryatli. The first, single vector, I follow your projects, the rector

But by the kid. Minus spins endlessly as if a mimmas at the ring

The street is tired, stop, turn off the column, the microphone reject

But to run from Rutin, I am in love without memory in this rep, but you do not haw it