Numbers change this ball circling.
Dreams do not come true, and time all ruins.
Flip or sounds I am glad that there is a knock in the chest.
And I'm where Majers do not grumble hands.
Now Bras is not the time.
Were at the same time, and now on the bottom.
If the cry behind his back, the ass will not raise.
If the problem is one after one, then I can only shift myself.
Started up crawling over to you.
These rotten bazaars are rapidly growing.
I did not see, but heard and rushed this passion.
Open mouths. Not in the topic and not in the suit.
What ? Where? This is not a way, it is nonsense.
Someone breathes in the back of the head, follows the trail.
If not according to plan goes, put on the blades.
That get out of the skin to the tremors.
So far, these pieces are not visible to be tears on the wrong.
Hasiki tick so, but do not look like people.
I go with my muling, with my blow.
It is not for grandmother, this shot in a gift.
Surov glance exhale smoke with steam.
A kind of boy from the courtyard became a hooligan.
Chorus
This line between us hung.
Well, the hands in the ceiling, the kid of Astalavista.
In the fog, in smoke, tightening and the second.
I am not alone, after me the boys mountain.
In the movement or on the brakes.
I carry this fire closed in Nizakh.
On wheels, it means that the sound on the trial is included.
Without this movement, like the field is worthless.
On the bit, it was climbed, in this topic at least the edge in hand.
Someone with the boys on the hut, someone rubs the weight.
And I'm on the topic breathing nicotine.
Let's admit that this rapac has rolled this.
The truth did not say, the hands shook, then ran away.
This is the voice of whose streets for so long.
The wind sends fire on the floors.
Gosh read and shouted the whole hall.
Do not Gary light, we are so and so in this Temka.
Not different, all from one stack.
As it was a hike trail.
One bottle of cola, one hole and notch.