Fool, fool, fool, drink me
Fool, once again tell me why do you
Again on the slaughter, again pour on the bunk
Again for white powder, you will allow me to free
Evening, evening, evening fog
I am in a glass of drown, how you are drowning in a bath
Your dreams on Bali, your pictures on the stick
Your life has long sank in a glass
Not avenue, years in vain, I'm leaving
I am in the barrier where your hair created a noise
I breathe you, I fly my soul, without you - I will not solve
I am a capricious in the middle of this night above you
I freeze, we cut out from this day
You are a fool, without you - temperature, just don't come
I, apparently, became not visible here, making you nasop
I am leaving to the most distant witches, removing your evil eye
We freeze, I am busy with you, I will finish you
You are another, I will subtract you and crumble
On the mirror in which you once reflected,
I will just drag out this memory and forget, know
Go into your senses, blame you for you to live at least at least
I live in this pool, apparently in vain
Not visible dawn, only nights are visible at the head of the absurd
Where are you in a black pool, or another fool
Fool fool. morning. Modged skirt
Someone's daughter rolls home
Fool fool. smears powder, sponges with a duck
Yes, a stranger jacket on the shoulders
Fool fool. morning. Mint Dudochka
Smoke in the window, and legs with a tube
Fool fool. bombing twists the music louder
Pedal on the floor, hand - under a skirt
I am a small dog, I built a business on the bones
You, like a loop, hung in the paws of indecency
Dancing on the sheet, after - there is a clean sheet, but pliz (but pliz)
Any whim of your boobs Mrs-Business
Drazhes by the tail again an nameless bos (run to the room)
Come on, quit, you are in this pros (be at home at home)
It will encourage like nicotine, you are like a habit (you hear)
Bitch, beautiful as a bill of Lincoln
Your lynching - all under the heel (ah yes cool)
You strained your rolls like scrooji dollars
Brush the soul, a fun dog you
Your anger from past tears (tears) is now in the scatter of young brushwood
I am a small dog, I glued the past on the bone (past)
You, like a burned bridge, leave only (firing)
I saw a bunch of chickens, a pairing bow, and with the same body
But! I would blow her again
Fool fool. morning. Modged skirt
Someone's daughter rolls home
Fool fool. smears powder, sponges with a duck
Yes, a stranger jacket on the shoulders
Fool fool. morning. Mint Dudochka
Smoke in the window, and legs with a tube
Fool fool. bombing twists the music louder
Pedal on the floor, hand - under a skirt
Your eyes burn with deception
How are all your flaws
Burn with deception
Like all flaws
Burn with deception
Like all flaws
