Деревянная радуга - Сибирская - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There was a battle in the basement, the dog ran away when I went out. There is no T-shirt, and so in the Live mode, non-stop huyariyari sorting out the dirty words, covered with left. At the stop, the kid or grandfather coughs. Tubik is sound. In the dark I see no deeper than three meters. Pechkin goes out, the Siberian ulcer sent an envelope. My Mona Lisa is sleeping. I lower the ton of decommissioned leaves into the toilet. In a dream I see a mushroom, ate. TRIP, BED, there is its own world. Seven to one room, thin drawings fanned. Gondons are puffed with flocks in the crosses of new, but bedrooms. I ghostly see who we will become. Through tobacco, grandfathers are pulled by liters of resin. We sat down with a bag, kerosene from the lamp was leaked. Less light is more power. There is a hoodie if the rain is drizzling. Cover the names of your parasites in the notebook. Through the key, I do not see that maniacs are written at night on the windows in breath. The memory of the events of life is filled with vacuum. The lungs with the regiped, but the story is closed as you. As a circle, how all the time someone will shoot BDSM porn. The tanned fool is dancing, as if in the wind he waved his throat scarecrow. The rows in the war continue to grow a meter while the deserters are running.