Текст песни Svyat - ротик не розевай

(Chorus 2x)
Laugh in public, yelling, but not
Land uncomfortable - moral hangout.
Opens his mouth did not, did not open his mouth

* * GOOD Morning plus one to seven billion
* * Celebrate though born to be deviants
Above the money I circled the landscape below
I heard and saw shadows here every sound
Who you will become not fuck all here looking for entertainment
and you know my tears of food for thought
Since childhood, I sneeze on all chronically ill
audacity cheeks and yet as a person, I died
land down behind the lights of billions of styles
but all poher plus one world or one chromosome
Thunder, a lusty full-ridden climb into the micro
shine and blood without fun here Necropolis Throne
all as they are clearly of an inflated balloon inflated
you thought a ground ball but I like Hugo Chavez in Cuba
the same dreams lost and ridiculous methane
You just keep me on the ground - gravity

(Chorus 2x)
Laugh in public, yelling, but not
Land uncomfortable - moral hangout.
Opens his mouth did not, did not open his mouth

Wind and sand I flew in the face
A. Not Another Teen dream days of the week where the umbrella
A wicked November and those leaflets on poles
Berries soon, you have a crowd of flowers
Running or walking on a place to change the code veins
Decide it for me, because I'm a bad example
Child always evil Or take out the gate
I sat on the Turning like a spectator Opera
Words prints exactly small glasses
Nuka let sleep gloves Choteau colder
I dreamed of all those images which do not become
And fought all compasses children ready to sleep