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Somewhere in the soul the violin plays

smoke covers me

A flock of pigeons sings the song about the spring

Life is beautiful and dangerous.

You know in each there is flaw

Jamb or Bayan.

I'm glad, and next brother

Love mat feast

at sunset fall asleep and wake up in Umate,

Whistle on the hut round in the bed Majut who will show who will show,

important in this life,

I love relatives and loved ones,

Under Muzonchik whiskey flashes,

throw out the head of the heads,

Let the smile wipe all around

smoke our friend, someone blooms, and someone already stuff

At the wharf despair

Someone in sadness despair,

see tired

We are not from steel,

And I am alone with smoke, he will not win on whose hut, e fts with some kind of girl at night in bed,

And the love of a hole in his chest struck,

But it was cute and smoke again covered,

And I want to live so beautifully,

And I live rejoice in every inhalation every evening,

And the morning smoke I Love You.

Fuck these techniques I would hydrate cars, tired of stupid potions,

one positive in life

I try to choose the right thoughts,

on two hundred tracks

But I do not regret anything

With a smile stepping and it is brighter with every day.

My brain burned down on a spoon today killed by Boschkov,

And there on the street Winter and I am a slight shot. Sometimes just nausea, from the cold hatch

We help the dudes frozen palm.

You are here you are with us a guy Moscow and the central wanted to hear Hansta rap listen illegal,

And if I am without Dare, then he is geniant, I will spin the oblique fucking no worse than Stalin himself.

Do not confuse snow with snow,

truthful cart

blindly seen in the puddle dirt,

And the sovereignty of the sky,

And I think the faith who is the first for you, an asshole that will say a bunch of words and will in the end,

There is no words about Light and beautiful.

I'll show my middle finger to all those pidaras,

what is gray in ecstasy them as much as in the world of dirt,

Live in phase from bowing to public connections,

You choose to invest or depend on power,

Everything is not in the box office, not in this happiness, listen to Yana and I do not Biza Yana's walking of a loytist with the eyes of Narcaman.

Barack Obama will not find you here and my mother is a power of your country Bong died from poison sting no time I was kept for my hands,

But I fought from the very end before the start, now despair,

But I remember somehow with sadness,

When at night they swing the most swing,

And we were tired of we turned into those who became.

Sick, but I don't care at night I sit, I speak with himself,

about how good me

about how it covers me

About how you got with your love. Blood by hand wrovated morning, paints paint himself to heaven

or from heaven descending

I call you, and you do not hear

You do not hear you do not care,

What will happen next with us and what we will draw.

And so I am happy for those who tied up on the press on the knot on the other side to log worse,

And so as not to sink in this puddle I found time planted seed

The campaign was too dukhuya at the beginning, so we are so fucking and became

We did not know what speed

We gained experiences, we flew, fluffed to say,

There are no more jokes in life how to drag and go down the wires,

Well, the fuck in this, too, no longer see anything I,

Fucking.

Fuck everyone appear everyone lick

Each ass covers,

The brain will be signed for a penny

Mom do not sob

Sisters and marriages do not wet the thread,

It was necessary to think earlier, and not to put on the nose of the paper.

Pidoraces fucking fucking bitch your mother, well, fuck chikt worse scandal getting a sting and a microphone with a smile of grin, life stupid and hard metal your aura,

explode with a bang

Gosi volcanoes that rhymes are not sick with heads,

not hands

Dreaming about Mias While we are with the boys on the party Lave, you fell spending.