If I'm flying beasts,
who is fierce and fun ,
jewelery roles
cocaine , superglue .
Oh , buy flowers .
Oh , buy the saints.
The Good Doctor Laric Surapov
cures by water.
As a child I was a fat boy,
looked like a bad guy .
Often in my finger jam
fell leisurely .
I loved many girls
only at night and in the dream .
And is not that strict rules ,
not given, bitch to me.
I put on a stethoscope ,
gray hair removed from the temples.
Goodbye, Pskov.
Goodbye, Pskov.
X squared plus two - that's five .
You have to beat reality , the reality need to knead .
The truth is hiding somewhere , it's time to find her .
Reality can mold and turn back .
It was so funny, I was ready to love all .
And now I'm even more so do not fuck up this sin .
Money, money , denzhonki ,
grandmother , butterflies, loot,
can not replace you, girl,
Are you fed and warm.
Reality is hard to hold hands
during the rains and strong winds .
Reality for you bride
Keep a happy marriage.
But sometimes so will cover
cold nights fear evil .
And my heart aches and aches ,
understand that nobody ,
But you turn right mind
calls two whores .
Although , damn , two , even though eight at once,
Well, like all other people .
