Текст песни Guf - я ловил бодряк был добряк

Such music I feel that I owe
Write another sad song about Aizu
And MAZ so it would be right
Would remove the clip and runny on the radio it would take
I would tell how much I love my wife
I would ask you to forgive me for what I behave badly
In the frame removed to a son and Moscow river
I hold his hand on the beach and would have won the stable
But here is another picture of the soul ilzita cage
Bashlyaet top fifty dollars gray Deviatiny
Or go to Tamara Kontstanitnovne
But a shame - I'm blue in Massine
Tomuzhe already 4 in the morning dawns impossible
I was lucky to base a native of Central Asia
Half an hour before the house twisted Pona
I sit by the window and humbly will write about gandzhubasik trechok

Mama forgive me, forgive me, Dad
For Kumar forgive and smell
Smoke under the ceiling of ashes on the floor
My son is engaged hip hapom
Mama forgive me, forgive me, Dad
For Kumar forgive and smell
Smoke under the ceiling of ashes on the floor
My son is engaged hip hapom

How many times have I read about it
How many times has read out - I do not know
But I know that it is not harmful
They call me a goner sticks konrkretnym
I keep dying like I feel sorry for the poor
White Nike sneakers - slow food Mozhayke
The guy with the dreadlocks give me two packages
Papers no not well, what kind of nonsense is
Bong half meters it chistoganom Hydra
I make three consecutive no Hapki morning
Sori bro peace in relation to the time for us to tomorrow
I smoke like smoking campaign will always blow
Annoyingly though the fact remains
Until I twisted, I can not have breakfast
I did not fall asleep until'll blow Blunt
I like that tried to tie
And the deal was held for six months but it all went wrong
Everything was good, I was caught Vimes good-natured
They even began to look nice
But for half a year and nebylo day that I did not dream of the little hidden heel
Do not listen to his uncle boys with him for a long time everything is clear
He sings just about byaki
And I will take up the torch in the tube mazafakin grass
And I do not care ah u know ur Like
Let ka come
Yes, I love to blow one but not the essence vdoem sit
How we love on the banks of the Moscow River
With a light hand to compose a poem about schools
Not well, you count nailed a pair Shtaket
Smoke on the roof lowered his there until dawn
By Shurik nashevelil about it a couple of verses
Simply nicho not present but even so I would not advise

Mama forgive me, forgive me, Dad
For Kumar forgive and smell
Smoke under the ceiling of ashes on the floor
My son is engaged hip hapom
Mama forgive me, forgive me, Dad
For Kumar forgive and smell
Smoke under the ceiling of ashes on the floor
My son is engaged hip hapom