TIM5-1 - Черным по белому - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

in black and white, yes, thoughts in the beats of the beat so that they put them in addition to the dashing screw, they did it in time, minus the stolen one, so it suits me according to the frets, I need to find the words to conjugate them by gender. I’m not shooting you off the radar with a gifted mind. Beyond his years, we will give the sky to the gods, the sky did not fall upon the gods and did not starve, a squall was sent from the traffic jams of the shaman, But here is a glorious rhyme, a free Orthodox tariff, an excellent one was delivered to Tafa, Sanpererburg along Podolsky at a pace, a full hat listened to the demos there. There’s no need to listen, I’d rather lie down on my side, half-baha here I have the taste of cigarettes on my lips, tearing leaflets and banging leaflets...