It was too gray color,
I sat down today with its neighbor.
He will tell you how difficult it is.
As always long, he used to see me any.
I have them, I'm at the bottom, I'm shit.
I do not, it is me.
And this is only just, as a prelude.
Bro, I would like to at times to spit here.
This is not life, it is only because the area.
Hatches, coke, bugs, house, Mom.
Worried native, so the sleeves do not hide secrets.
My balance is not replenish your life.
Your Colonel will not see my tears.
All my secrets knows only a laptop.
And I priprus today in the morning.
The city does not sleep among these machines.
I do not need anything.
I do not need anything.
The city does not sleep among these machines.
I do not need anything.
I do not need anything.
And my girl dreams about the body as quoted Public.
Hachiko misses both, but could not remember whom.
Weigh on psychotropic month apathy
We aim higher, but if we go to the bottom of the battleship.
It was the best day of our memory.
Do today hung from the north of the city.
We were careful, carefully watched by the different parties.
After the smoke allowed in padike, but not really.
Clings zheskie person we were half a step from the stars.
Tighten the belamor oblique.
Like her hair in Gelika, Sneakers.
Windbreaker, sunglasses, plus a strange accent.
There pussies * th occasion confuse the future.
My Music compelling argument.
You vpreski on the palms,
And Che are you gonna do with this bitch.
Well, what ten years of school?
Dreams were replaced with a capacity of cheap liquor,
Panama a lot of life, but to live like that hurts.
It distracts from the reality with * ks, noisy hangouts.
As the perfect recipe for us.
Let's try to live differently.
Like the Americans in their grossing films.
Let darkness covers the city,
While there are two, who have not yet sp * zdil.
Looks like that autumn, or the one that was before,
Other issues became an adult, my mother insists otherwise.
At the head Nakin hood smoke lugky cough
I wish you good luck on the road ..
Enjoying vidos in the ears, worn Nike sneakers.
What I write, I do not listen, but you know you hear.
Inside drugs, cold snow,
Sad, then another forest.
For all of us closed the door.
And we have no one listened.
Who does not believe it.
And we're on night puddles.
With a guitar in his hands.
With a bottle of cognac.
Couplets in the notebook put.
Daniel smiles,
Look out of the sun.
Let the smoke rings, the soul will burst.
On the freedom of asking, hands praying to God.
Each role has chosen himself.
Who will, who will disappear ...