hi at home hi terrain I missed
The water of the foreground gave himself, fuck you from the key,
in the bag over the shoulder of the eye
what wielded to the ceiling will calmly like Corvalol
You give Pano to me, I'm on the brush,
Whatever a new pour autumn leaves,
I am here to replenish lists
High flights and low flights
In The Sky.
And no one guess where we look for me well and thank God,
in our places
will not show the road, Yandex from traffic jams
Themes are harder than the eyelids, the life of Takeing,
Time spins meter as a disc on deck,
In this country, Mouzon is like a salty cracker,
Sorry Rapper But the grace of your fans steak
on the legs of the pedal color of sand,
I am a master, drink less smoke more smoke,
Tomorrow, tightened the lads,
Welcome to my quarter we have loud here
Digidigidon somewhere loudly hit Big Ben,
But we have another vision, in the bucket circles on water,
painted concrete, houses along the paths
And who of the morons still turned into people
In The Sky.
And no one guess where we look for me well and thank God,
in our places
will not show the road, Yandex from traffic jams
In The Sky.
And no one guess where we look for me well and thank God,
in our places
will not show the road, Yandex from traffic jams
