We wanted to be red, but we were not enough for a long time.
We wanted to be strong, but there was no sense in this.
We wanted to become clean, but threw the road with fallen leaves.
To knead the dirt.
We wanted to be complete, sold our own and someone else's tons.
We wanted to be faithful, checked each other with dimensional glasses.
We wanted to become more than less than lower than, higher.
Who did not have time, he did not survive. Trouble with fire in the back breathes.
They sang-saws, rounded round dance. Saw-sly, but they sat in prisons.
Weaved braids weaved, weaved as shameless chains.
Before hiccups, yes to diarrhea, in ashes, in ashes.
We wanted to be intact, but everything was professional, but everything was dangled,
We wanted to be proud, but we fanned everything, fraught.
You ask yourself, what is the reason for what is the fault here.
The trouble for a mile is visible.
We wanted to live free, but forgot about the fences, the roads are round
We wanted to be honest, but they took away the wives quietly, joked with the brides.
Continued to believe that we are the center of the Earth, and bought their money for our rubles,
And stupidly believed that we were not alone in trouble.
They sang-saws, rounded round dance. Saw-sly, but they sat in prisons.
Weaved braids weaved, weaved as shameless chains.
Before hiccups, yes to diarrhea, in ashes, in ashes.
In ashes, in ashes.
They sang-saws, rounded round dance. Saw-sly, but they sat in prisons.
Weaved braids weaved, weaved as shameless chains.
Before hiccups, yes to diarrhea, in ashes, in ashes.
They sang-saws, rounded round dance. Saw-sly, but they sat in prisons.
Weaved braids weaved, weaved as shameless chains.
Before hiccups, yes to diarrhea, in ashes, in ashes.
