unnv - den' bez tebya - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I have a yeast, on the ninth floor, the smoke of the recosil, the stone scissors paper or gunpowder

Put it on your tablet, people mulyazhi

they will be keen on, easy to guard, laid down on them

The matter is lush, and vividly, the day without you fucking from my mistakes,

Sometimes damage when you are full of fakes,

And the moods, became terrible in concrete more often,

day or two or five or a month, laugh, more often will be sad, song,

day without you is already forgotten, no longer fun

Thoughts past the head, in affairs, the net of evil sent far and I have no time for sleep,

Kozino Skunk lair, everyone farts and drink vodka,

Without snacking, the angles are beckoning, everything is clear and successfully completed this rite.

(with a blurry sunset, your voice is bit under the sunset?

by the will of their flight, to rush to the stars from the bottom of the swamp, in the clean air of the part

in the breath of life for someone, a sail of his own raft, without a mustachioed pilot

The world is filled with beauty, where I have vomiting from people, without a face,

but still pray, for the help of the Creator, he believe in yourself in you all the way to find, who is to collapse

and without that, the bitch is gnawing, the one in whom the person remains is more important

day without you, but without what and who I am and what is it and let it row this muscle, I will not fight for evil

You went fucking, I will just live and here it is not for you to decide who to love and what to smoke,

Give life a smile, I will give it, reduce people to agility, except the happiness of the hole to dig,

past the rotten, I am not for good, to do good and I am ready to cook my love in an empty cauldron all my life.

Like a lost sheep, you lead, a golden ring, a plowed armor, but now I'm white snow and I fuck your lie, the sun will smear me, I will smear me, I will smear the rain,

Like a lost sheep, you lead, a golden ring, a plowed armor, but now I'm white snow and I fuck your lie, the sun will smear me, I will smear me, I will smear the rain,

Without you inside myself, like I am a pink and we look like yes, but just less Kropol,

And fuck in it that poplars, in my hand, your hand, it will be so without you, so,

I will solve this problem, with one blow of an ax, put on a black bag and get ready for us,

We replace your veins, on the table wires, who said that there is no breakdown from good,

The sick heart sends it, nowhere, the recipe for these local cutlets, chronicles in the secret of the turn, she screamed: what's wrong with you? The surf is rustling in her ears, nothing forever under the moon, the beauty became Satan.