Текст песни Олег Смит - Тлен

Step in depth, after the taste of your lips,
After Tus, roughly stale for everyone here girlfriends
Your body wanted sport, dick will disobey where words
Shoved the film output from waste

Water would not prevent the water, we so often
That no one hour ago
For a long time our old house with you has already become Chahl
And in principle prizes who got seats

But in this minimum of good and pain
No ahuya from you, from you bodes
In the attacks of anger charm, give will
Shove your bold dick in fucking free

But the story is different.
Change everything for yourself, now in principle a chalp
On a small globe I repent
Found with whom to share joy and if the wind is only in my sail

In this place there should be chorus, but the life of Tlen and
Porva not.
Life hopelessness I.
Porva not.
In this city, eternal rain and
Life running.