Rem Digga
I'm not who quit. And you? And you?
I see drunk maneuvers in the vast heights.
Moments of beauty die and remain shouts
& Quot; Where damn money? Vova, right now, you'll get pussy! & Quot;
I'm flesh and blood.
I kick your teeth shifted, now bite care.
Not Kaifu such Zapara,
Although I know that other brains kicked out again with a bang.
Here it is Che. Whatever the year, counting:
Who does not fortanulo here again.
And again, the weight of trezon take.
Again, remove the tail playfully,
Dressed in a sober form of strict uncles.
Danger son.
Another in a jiffy forgotten in the ground accurately in oil cheese.
Durable idle corpse with a wreath after one accident,
Second only just enough of juicy red.
Ekaet heart, in the soul of anxiety, Braz.
God does not bestow a gentle soul squalid manhole.
Hair like after the current
Seeing the bad end of the people,
But these ways, the outcome of the hour.
So that everything is irreversible.
Just respect, too.
There you will take them to me later.
I know that there is still an option brains rewire,
It thought to stand.
Though just a minute to stand up ...
And to put the roses to the ...
Though just a minute to stand up ...
After the court we are also gonna get ... (x2)
the Chemodan
More is not the amount you are descended.
And you. If Kety betray not betray bandages.
In the eyes of the lights, and you poke my nostrils revolver.
Ambassador wounds me, I become more impressive.
And if again cut short someone's happiness
Silent wreath on a pole on the track.
It will start if the end is inevitable.
Who absolves? What do they hold?
You have lived on earth, Braz, is now recognized that under her.
Do you believe in the good, but you ёbnut in the alley.
What is the fate of the bears? For me as a heresy.
I remember absolutely everything, but to strike to the jaw.
And it seems still here, but where all happened.
And it seems still alive, but the crows have flocked.
Another question is added to the queue:
Why is the mother of his son crying more often than daughters.
Was I crazy or poluumny,
When the head is pressed uёbka box.
And now me, as it is not sad,
Three desperate made horizontal.
Though a minute just to stand ... (x7)