Текст песни УННВ - Музыкальная шкатулка

On the first sheet carries a book
Cubes into a vein poke ,
One hundred and one hundred give your life an incentive.
To the skies from the needle jumped bang-bang , Bigelow .
Ebashit as Desert Eagle batkin flow ,
Roma fucking car.
Kill time , enter the tone
Music box on a par with the jamb .
Level of corpses on which tramp
without a trace
Deliver decibels of sound from the builders to Marik .
Dreams in detail and do not remember - fuck off!
Discussions of the gods, the river overflowed.
Look for me on the scales , arrows hourglass .
At this time, the blue you do not expect salvation !
I smoke and fuck me all the earthquakes,
Music , plants, not the last box
And soon Bottom birthday , and her lips again in the foam
Catching , thump can not be a risky move .
I 'm playing with the shadow , I wake greens.
Lays , rolls his moves even an old stump .
The first in this topic , you are not killed at birth ,
Fucking comes system. Come kill me !
Run out of patience , I have no money , I'm the king of idleness !

Pathologists see us cry ,
By Bosko output in the brain some doodle ...
Madhouse is empty, I beg you , I dove -colored asphalt,
I would flutter in the sky and there zahuyarit somersault.
Black ink BULIK , so we rivet system
But this body is crazy all the evil in life was .
I hapnul mass of air , our style - unripe cherries,
You become stifling.
We will not burn as cigarette butts , in your towers walks,
You moved quickly out of the music box ...
With bongo as bat bath tightly killed - not you!
We chops to the brain , both in eblu boots.
Catch points of Vienna, were in bitochek hairdryer ,
Fed salad with vegetables on a couple of liters of kidney ...
Burp your war , we are for the good in the world
And he leaned .
Under their horns blowing plyashi themselves bastards ,
I would like to be Dorian Gray , but you're dead already night ...
Call the fire , and blasphemy , all gone mad and was blown away ,
From music box all hapanuli overdose .
The soul does not become stones , wisely grab a distance,
Measured the measure of meaning, do not go there with the guts ...
Do not go there with giblets .
Four letters in columns , with the wonders of waking dreams ...

My friends think I'm bitching bastard .
Four strange letter again stood side by side .
Hearse on the bricks at 180 MKAD'u .
Your Pinacolada I razbodyazhil poison .
Music Box yelled black mat
Help to find work three basement acrobats .
Your body is under the gun , the monkey with a gun,
In the pit depth of three meters there is no price your carats !
Made a deal - it is necessary to dispose of the body , or whatever ?
Trust insolent scoundrel and a skating rink.
Sebatsya decided by fate? Find on prints .
At this point, your ugly worthless mystery.
Boxes, box, but the hands are short
Reach the brain , which lie at the bottom of the river.
Young shell in it - rotten old ,
All the nightmares behind, we do not believe in ghosts .
Ax head cut off , to drive in the jambs.
Sound amplitude causes colic.
From these trendy tunes ohueli b mods
Curious morning wipers sweep .
Black squares and circles , and triangles ,
Righteous and conductors from the word & quot; conductors & quot ;.
In govnetsa your tapuli slide out from under his feet,
Here at the bottom of the can dotlevat black lights.

What seemed hell , someone turned it backwards ...