добрыйутром - рыжая дура - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I loved you even harder when you had a blessed jeans, you looked like a drug addict after Kumars. And I took out laces from my pockets, the old ones burned.

As you and I are twice a day. Like Sinji, who was eager for the Evangelion for Rei. I want to be for you, I want to live for you. Departure after you, stronger than depression, after a hair dryer.

And I like to hear how you breathe a little more often than usual. It became the habit of hugging you, became the habit of screaming in four walls filled with smoke, roaring with a pillow, which in your spirits.

Proudly drilled pride in my verses without rhyme, choke on alpha - you agree. I will become the best with a jar of a bank, although everything is bright, once long, once long ago.

Help me create a new one, on the ruins of an old, festering past. Like Haruki Suzumi, melancholy, overlaps with sadness, from his own stupidity, nowhere to grow more when he fell below the baseboard.

And I do not want to hang out, drink Tussin, phenosepam, triganda, help someone who was stuck in trouble, because I myself got stuck, in you, firmly. And you went from home, and I still have better.

I thought it would be good if this moment always continued, leaving traces on the neck. I take a filter from a cigarette with my teeth, I want the smoke to burn the lungs.

7 in the morning, from the yuz to Khimmash, at least two hours on the road a day, but you are so dear to me that I would have passed more. Yes, at least two days, like a bastard, staggering around the city in a hangover.

Already for me constant, and I was a guest, I was a guest, I was in joy and longing, I was killed by the road, I was tired of the road, slept on the highway on a backpack, hugged with some kind of cunt on a brink, dreaming of you.

This is not music and not a culture at all, but my best friends are no longer staphus and barbiture, since they are no longer interrupted. My meaning of life is a red fool.