Текст песни Белый Материал - Водитель Для Веры

Like a tiger
before the cast -
Literary black
Polozkovoy.
     I read her horoscope.
Why is Polozkova’s husband not Polozkov?

Creep
- you drank whiskey with a
loyal. No ice. I rubbed over the temple with ice.

She hit both the eyebrow and the eye,
And in the lens.
And then we get tired
     And became lovers.
No, it's not about sex.
We did it with the brain
Under the "Metallic".

And litter and sweep,
And on the mountain of neighbors
Loosened
Polozkova with conditionally Kashapov
Furniture.
Wow - a rhyme for the word "sky".

We are like Strugatsky sisters -
They continued to swear.
     We agreed that we will throw
Everything that they wrote in their moleskines ...

'Cause I'm a gangsta
On me
Threats
The threat.
      She has no chance -
With her poems in my prose.

What is it like
Furious of the fierce
Against the best of the best.
      Although we are both reading -
Not singing.
       And not selling
Tickets.
      I'm awesome but still
not protruding.
       And everything was sold to her. No, oh!

I have no chance of faith.
As well, for love and hope.
      Unless on the driver
Accept me.

I'm big-eyed
and froze
Looking at her rear
in de col.

My ex heard my moans.
I was on Faith. In the "Tons".
      Ask the past thrown about the brooch.
"This is Faith." Wow, what a sweet lie ...