Lyrics Мутант Ъхвлам - Обе Нагиноби

Hooting, love, hit, choose comfort
Such people are sold and bought
I don’t know what I'm singing about yet
And Yakubovich still twists the prize
“Drum to the studio!”
Let me hit you
Do not take piercing and cutting into bags
Choose boredom, love what they show
Surprise me shocking
and for others there is a suitcase of straitjackets
Are our engines plowing yet?
Tell me, does this vaccine not flow?
And I nervously click my fingers
With melodious snow
With that and came
Who do you have Prishvin?
You can’t fly far on one ponte
I'm in one finger, it's cold, you stand, watch
- Will you come in? have some tea
We all have straitjackets
The crew is stuck, but they also moved
Once your scrabble pereklinit
Hysterically pulling the door handle
Brickwork
It flows down picturesquely to the floor
Another take, great shot
You have fools
And quoted words
Doomed zombot, no entry
But Pasaran!

Love, beat, choose
When they kicked out onto the boulevard
They drank for a fat lion
Pothole head
Drove the feather grass
Go out and agree
Wellness sanatorium is not so bad
The straitjacket is warm
Meteorologist called cyclone
A motorcycle is a cyclops machine.
White blood cell flowing
Ends are given, old man
But you are beautifully combed
Red vomit blue anchovy
All to Russia, attracts
Into an unshaven lawn
You told me about healthy lifestyle
But you still smoke and drink
Wobble fasteners
The dog barks in the yard for a smell
Wheels driven west, dispenser has already become small
But in the foggy tomorrow a pipette was taken
Choose, love hit aptly

Love beat choose
In a straitjacket
Although the hearing aid does not plow, I feel the vibrations of a bit
The story of one troglotite is very tragic
Kuzma lit cigarettes with matches
Great movie came out
Both legs
Both legs help
This is the rainbow grave anthem.
But today we are happy
Pirates plow the oceans
Leaving the business to posterity
You lost weight, beauty
Children, family, party
Second-rate dogs
I fixed the deadbolt in the bunker
Then they will blow, it's all pipes
Their number of minutes cannot be measured per hour
Take action
Minus or plus for superiors
No money, don't be sad for tea
Shake your head a bit
Always with you bright spirits
Bright sunset clouds
Finally, I instilled it into my ear
Gas pedal to the floor
Freedom.