We go into orbit , we killed, we are stuck .
We go into orbit , we are stuck , help.
We see everything from above .
We went up by 0.5 points 2 , 0.4, and vice versa.
Planet is good-for-nothing and CAA ,
Installing the program . Grebe went smoothly glands .
We are in the crease time
We grow up roots .
Laziness sealed in silicon.
We are stuck between generations,
But, more importantly , not in the shadow
And you retract the deeper the seed ,
Year 2007 production gud hash family
Earth , like a snake , orbit,
Let us coal and carbide
Give us a bit of bass and ,
NASO , suck .
This shield - your car with shahid .
Our smoke can not be seen through a telescope .
Our smoke - our leader .
We found a piece of India and snatched .
We went out in a dark chamber .
We went out one by one.
Handwriting : dot-dash line with dots.
We are stuck in orbit with junkies .
We go into orbit , we are stuck .
We go into orbit , we are stuck .
We go into orbit , we are stuck .
Score or envious , entertain on the hydra .
Read Mayne Reid .
Follow bundle , the world does not get dirty .
Walk a couple , couples of points .
We catch sunbeams and while a draw.
We do not nischita and not like teapots .
And Chita devils catch privateers .
We translate watch back an hour.
Our samovar flies to hell and back .
Fallout hail
Random game with Bart .
On board gud hash charge.
In this chapter we fly craters .
Red cross on the door of the chamber.
We're in the plaster on the mouth prevented shout sick.
We want to muddy the smoke, but the campaign bolts .
In the stash Ponte , posts and shame .
This fiction , dreams stleli and meaning I threw .
Do not bother , I narkozavisim , and can vystegnut .
I have a mission to get out the truth.
Buy spending , blow government.
In search of new discoveries , hoping to unearth them .
We go into orbit , we are stuck , we are stuck , help.
We go into orbit , we are stuck .
But Hitler would thirds peaceful
Blinded to the world of grain , life is short.
Turn around the box ,
The cue ball around the loop.
Words around the cue ball .
Wash the bacteria from under obotka .
Take smoke , gud hash and tobacco -te-hai .
Burning wiring scares me
Lacked a fuse .
Sunk start button .
In space, so quiet and empty.
We went out into the mainstream .
One, two, dvennadtsat Well overload .
Last dim ray of sun through narrow gateways.
And the sad music .
Russian language - my muse and muscles .
Tired, but green bushes sound of acoustics.
I partially absent , too far from Suzdal .
We can not see afar
We upizdili night in orbit ,
As if we shot .
Fly through the atmosphere as silver surfers .
