walkie - 140 BPM CUP - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You arrived in Griboedov on a party

And here you lose face

What a commission, the creator, thinks your bat, be a daughter father

Live and dying in Moscow aces, the smoke of the fatherland you are not sweet

You are here to live as the Fatherland Fathers, but your samples are Majn and Trapp,

Truth? What will Moscow show me?

Today, Battle, tomorrow, two, to Peru from cards, and the cards from the pen, it is written on the forehead: theater, masquerade, outside the mirror - the mirror inside, I agree that everyone has his talent

But all the same sense and all the same poems, and they are not in Lada with the mind and heart

Houses of new, prejudice old, here for you word 2.0

For neophytes you Moz Montana, but we know you like Slow Mo

Low cost the growth and flow, you will not help the pallets to sing here

In St. Petersburg, you are no longer a goat, call her the carriage, the carriage!

You licked Haip Train in the frost, mos

I sleep the victims, and it's not about anesthesia, mos

I scream when I am silent, they fall out, mosie

I'll tell your new nonsense, and kill you in prose, moz

After all, you are simple, mosie, like a small bee

You are a hard worker, mosie, but a stone flower

You do not know how to create and write your trap

And your trap is that a fairy tale is a long end

After all, there are drunk horses ...

Facility harnesses

White Sabbath, Black Digs

Nothing is holy in this world inverted -

Horses drunk. Facility harnesses

Horses drunk, drawn lobby

Black shabby, my white work

Horses drunk, Docked Ratatata

Behind the shoulders are inverted

Virgo wrapped

Someone in Fleur, who is in the liqueur, someone in black smoke

Heroes of fucking comic suicide so stupid

And no one will save us without royalties

I'm only an actor, but my Berdman goes to the bit

Living in dotmakes, we are waiting for who will lit sofit

Duckling syndrome, you are so accustomed to voice

You're blindly walk the tyk, a tyk, a tyk.

You will not go, run

After all, your fire gives us black smoke

And these wolves from our darkness

Tear off cats and wallets

And the remains of the pennies we abandoned the OMUT

Let the descendants find them

In this dusk, Moz gives me a reason,

Take off in Out and Sgin, and they drown

Mozo, Moz, Mozi Just give me a reason

Mozo, Mozo, Mozo just give me strength

I am going on inclined through this pool

To slate with you.

Mozo, Moz, Mozi Just give me a reason

Mozo, Mozo, Mozo just give me strength

I am going on inclined through this pool

To slate with you.

We apply your name to geographical, to replenish debit

You, child, do not know because we got out, share everything on underground and advanced

(Yes you) I'll show you a new hit, but for them I could not develop the system

You can buy a bit, you can buy Flea, but you can't buy what we lived and did, round!