Lyrics План Ломоносова - Облачный кисель

And when my number of years
pays to the end -
a million blood rounds the track
To the house of my father.

Tarrow
dirty (from the night in the ditch),
I will be side by side,
bend
And I will tell him in the ear:
- Listen, Mr. God!
How not to be boring
in cloudy kissel
Daily to dip offense eyes?
Let's know -
Select the carousel
On the tree study and evil!
Omnipresent, you will be in every closame
And there are such wines on the table,
So that I wanted to go to Ki-ku
Gmur Peter Apostle.
And in paradise again set up Evoche:
Orders -
Tonight J.
From all the boulevards of beautiful girls
I will do you.
Want?
Do not want?
Moting your head, kudlany?
Do you inscribe a gray eyebrow?
You think -
this,
for you, wing,
Does it know what love is?
I am also an angel, I was im -
sugar lady peeking in the eye
But I no longer want to give mares
From the Servian flour of the waswan VAZ.
Almighty, you invented a couple of hands,
did,
that everyone has a head, -
Why didn't you invenue
so that it was without flour
kiss, kiss, kiss?!
I thought - you are all kinds of Godrish,
And you are a flaw, tiny God.
See, I'm bent,
from behind the top
Give the shoemaker.
WORLD COOLS!
Cheer in paradise!
Frying feathers in frightened shaking!
I, missing incense, cut
From here to Alaska!

Stick!

Do not stop me.
I lie,
In the right,
But I can't be calmer.
See -
Stars again beheaded
And the sky turned the slaughter!
Hey you!
Sky!
Remove the hat!
I'm going!

Double.

The universe is sleeping
Putting on the paw
With the stars ticks a huge ear.