Lyrics mokrie sis'ki - eta pesnya ochen' prostaya

hello morning the weather today is muddled
on-the-go the goddess buddha yesterday drank and remembers all vaguely
Yes, and I, too, are my healthy image of the accursed life
For more than a year I have not seen more than a year or so
but I still smile at all take the light say constantly
and I climb the palm to the forehead, for courage plus ten in karma
But not all of my forehead touched someone I was not at all pleased with
my wrist restrains my wrist
I also hurt him painfully, he makes me an offense
my portion of good light my friend will still receive from above
But this is a rare case for the rarity of hair on the pope
Do you have hair on the pope? There are hair, but a rarity
but in general, honestly, I did not look at all your epics
lord of the rings harry potter I'm not a fan of massive fertilizers
Lord of the Rings, then I know the third time will be a friend
harry potter too, not a little around just the lenses use faces
it always seemed to me for some reason that it was not lightning at the Garik at all
and the picture echoed with a picture of a zorro with a sword and a mask
something we lost rhyme, you forgive me I'll catch up
now yo say ...... yo ..... youyou ... yo I insist
but in general I'm a fan of listening to metalcore with piercing screamo
here that the feelings in fact in the vocals are clearly visible
pankuhu always listened to and sometimes it's part of my life
Here is what I now read under the beat of the punk of my vulgar thoughts.
getting to the equator of the track inadvertently already notice
what a terrible bit I thought of and do not frighten with words at all
Confess to me in public because the ether still allows
I have always seen a cat in the bed kicking under the back drive
maybe it's sinful, but I'm sleeping here for you, and with your tails do not climb
although after anger always fades to the kissula fits of tenderness.
this track can last a century this song is very simple
now yo say let's say yoyou ... yo I insist
so the morning from me will run away I'm in me you do not spit
Under this mystical muzych pop popotanzuyte

this track can last a century this song is very simple
now yo say, let's say yoyou ... yo I insist