Light in the window from whom Bodryak among the night,
He sober out there goes out or decorated.
Fly in a circle from the cemetery of perfume.
I * balloon that day, birth in the deprisha.
Who suffers from the day Groundhog?
Bl *, perhaps, many here are also like me.
Why is Boska hurt again?
If it was empty - never sick ...
When will all my cases come true?
When will this early seeding?
Who has the keys to paradise? I'm not there.
In the hell we will burn everything, wine and street.
And do not ride the option that was a long time ago
And here Mantana, like Ostare on a new one suffered.
Mine, then craft, rhyme to say
That the president will not say, and will not show in the movies.
Sick, for a long time conversations with themselves
I can send everything na * th or start the fight.
I am not a hero, free in the flight of the legend
Leaving all three percent from life.
Chorus:
And I go closed eyes,
I am brought with passing winds,
My life is yes another tomorrow,
I am close to heaven for one step.
Where are you brother? If before the hut - I will not slow down.
I saw signs with old women and voodoo doll.
Here at the post by where the shelms are called in search of a prince,
But the city of the cell that is, there is nowhere to escape from the principle.
Depression creates shouts that in the soul.
See, this station victory is pourable in films.
And Heppiend so far after the blurred play,
And I am a cleanser of luxury purely along the street engine.
On the verge of a stupor poems pushed in the back of the words.
I'm sorry again, again Hater was planted solo
Licaled by Alloha pull a smile world.
I do not believe in part of the case, the same Mr. Bean.
Kivney if you breathe the smell of urban poison,
I'm not a gangster, but would shoot part of the earthly oral.
Waters walked into the package and keep a shit shit,
No matter how it is his audience, brothers bow.
Mim to Lohsuk Tupnyak intent intermission.
* Ball is a horse and able to bargain.
When you live actions - it's hard to blame yourself.
I hear, I am a hero, if only because there is a family.
She laughs to her in my easy with me,
We are faithful as horses in passing and we live with hope.
Smoke from the tube is that with smoke and blows melancholy
And what is there further - the pox * th. The main thing is to be yourself ..
Chorus:
And I go closed eyes,
I am brought with passing winds,
My life is yes another tomorrow,
I am close to heaven for one step.
