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Frost roast us by not respecting the law
Narvi over those roses while the grass dries up
I will give them to someone who will honestly answer
Where do I get into the habit of all these

On a moped on a wheelbarrow I will be driven
Race for a second and after blowing up
The cue-ball is so expensive to take a runoff
I stood my ground when the music stopped

And I could do everything in time to do everything
If I did not blow in the morning and then did not blow in the afternoon
But again everything is like a dream like a white tablecloth
Telephone, Ale, hi buddy

Yes of course you can go directly to me
So days fly by in this gray Moscow
All in smoke without us and we will add the same
Whatever you go between sad buildings

To the thoughts flowed congealing with words
Okay, so I'm all you, are you there like yourself?

I exhausted myself to blow, I poured them on top
Meters slightly and without reason
And I would dump more often from here to there
Where the smoke can not be closed by the insane mind

The pocket without the amount and the ship sailed to places where there is more noisy
His hands waving
Gruel under the Greek where from them smoke shit
Better supplies for a dance with a spin

Artem fell asleep on the second
Rum quickly drank, he ate the barrel
For all the thanks, the feeling does not convey you with the mood
Brave and smoothly we will go tomorrow

Razneshil head cool fool with a hammer
Fun while young though cold
And do not see the bottom of the words the patterns went divorced
From the fact that there is a lot of smoke here

Razneshil head cool fool with a hammer
Fun while young though cold
And do not see the bottom of the words the patterns went divorced
From the fact that there is a lot of smoke here