Текст песни Клим Стронский - ублюдок

All the characters are fictional,
all matches are random,
broken tiles on the vase,
and then about my happiness,
how to plan the work,
which I would not have worked.
& Quot; shut your mouth & quot; -
- Respond passers
a request for assistance.
Echo Russian courts intoxicates people from early childhood,
the smell of patriotism and entrances produces an erection
chair in the stairwell, soaked measles,
whispering in his ear, you stupid ass.
I experienced the arrival
on its arrival in my head
and I was really cocks.
My spleen seems to leave aside,
before I open & quot; five lakes & quot ;.
Do not lean, parking
cancer bald boys.
Stay in bed and continued to sob,
please
I love it,
her hand cold burns
my throat,
lighter set fire to his feet.
Let's run away far
these fucking creatures,

the walls of my room
screaming, I do not run away from yourself,