Текст песни Tequilajazzz - Авиация и артиллерия

An idle question after a noisy holiday - am I happy?
In the depths of boiling under the shell stone moans armor
Forest burning from mountain gorges leads rut
This road after sunset goes my
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Winds from the mountains and honey wines cheering blood
Lava plastic, ash sowing paper fields
Drunkenly laughing, and cursing, and falling, angry and puking
This road after sunset goes my
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Sun heated stones bored, even though I am a snake
Next in the song, of course, put the rhyme & quot; family & quot;
Seven & quot; I & quot; and our battalions are asking for fire
This road after sunset goes my
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