While the crowds of the sick guys here are from a fan of the fanate
With idols, sand, like from beach towels,
The semifinal older battles will be launched on posters,
But heaps of the repellers will again remain dung,
think how it happened to fly out again
Classic is desarmed, in Sasha Reppe is looking for a donor,
After flying from Indabattl, three shouted Bosa "Hurray",
we can not be so much so that even the shame is glad
Oh, I say a lot again too much, right?
But the more cuts, the higher the fountain,
Two words, rack, flies strictly down the reptile,
in the pit of sands and blood combustible organisms,
There was several hundred different talents,
To most of their flesh to break we do not need Donata,
grabs and beatla, pairs of ears and hands, and forms,
A couple of minutes of track - the next guru Porn,
micro and experience, dirt and new wounds yes,
Another selection here, apparently Nuba is not glad to us,
Blood and sand, perhaps trouble - background,
for the battle of rippers from the genre of the metaphor,
micro and experience, dirt and new wounds yes,
Another selection here, apparently Nuba is not glad to us,
these are not gum battle, but live western,
If she came for the prize, then you made a mistake.