Текст песни Деревянная радуга - Сибирская

There was a battle in the basement, the dog ran away when I started talking. There is no T-shirt, and so in live mode, non-stop huyaril fingering dirty words dragged from left to right. At the bus stop, a kid or grandfather coughs. The sound of the tube. I see in the dark no deeper than three meters. Pechkin goes dead, anthrax sent an envelope. My Mona Lisa is sleeping. I drop a ton of discarded leaves into the toilet. In a dream I see a mushroom, ate. Trip, bad, there is your own world. Seven in one room, thin drawings stained with paint. Gondons are stacked in swarms in crosses of new, but bedroom. I see ghostly what we will become. Through tobacco primas grandfathers are pulling liters of resin. We crouched down with a bag, completely leaked kerosene from the lamp. Less light means more power. There is a hoodie if it drizzles. Circle the names of your parasites in a notebook. Through the lock, I don’t see what the maniacs slurp on the windows on the breath at night. The memory of life events is filled with vacuum. He took off his lungs from a repit, but the story is closed like you. Like a circle, like all the time someone will shoot bdsm porn. The sniffed fool dances, as if a scarecrow is waved in the wind. A meter continues to grow in the ranks in the war, while deserters flee.