Again, I get in these torn network
Again, the dye on the lips , strawberry , tavern
Who's the moron that you in the pictures ?
I would have smashed it over his face ebalo
I would have been able to become a father , and the best musician
Slut lava hanging out in Dante
It's there on natusila Caen and a bunch of roses
And we patsami natusili on tseroz
Fotik - drugs , candy wrappers , bottles
Cooled spoons and forks sharpened
Sms to mobile & quot; I miss you & quot;
Probably Th something extra I did on the party
Undress you again , each time as the first
Tatuha conceal that hidden veins
Yes, do not blame me , I 'll be there now!
You 'll get the regrowth that you caught up
I'm your counterpart, hear , and Th as there is not enough?
Vykusi uebok , yes, and I hid blanket
I'm 22 , soon 23 , and all this repchina on me , not inside
So where did the same grief ?
Your lips taste of martini
My love please do not die
After all, the writing so much I go crazy
Thank you for the fact that it happened
Yeah fuck the past , the past has gone fuck
Erase sole asphalt under the light of the moon
This summer I gave up marijuana
You plucked tulips and gathered them in a bouquet
And these pseudo- people as if people mock
Point- there marafet brighter and manicure
Let you come and see about porn Mathurin
I love you , I wait a week
And in the video for Pontus , polyube be helico
It's like sex for love to show off
Or read about the syringes, but not to plow
Wanted to kill yourself , so as not to see you cry
Girlfriend you say & quot; bespontovy your boy & quot;
And here we moyachim eyes from under the hood
Here a couple patsikov only our , well, and we sho
Not about the powder, not about the waltz and you
Not talking about a glass of the plan and not about how the trash
Important to me how many tracks will be on it clicks
But I wrote about strawberries
