Текст песни Капюшон - Эмфиземы

Kopyushon in my mind's eyes of my loved ones
my tongue dirty air in the reg
hike all of lizbiyski
If the word is not enough, or end thought
I do not really wake up so close
writing alone to read and listen to the same
me now 18 I'm fine
the rustle of the loop I blinders blinkers scars polyshou
cough was
but her voice gets increasingly
I gnaw my nails and I have them all the more clicks
I would blow up the tube
pecked to Bosko crunchy
I drank beer to laugh
whinnying be with the boys on this
but today I fell asleep in the middle
like the sky was changing my clothes
Jeans started up on rags
planes landed in the area of ​​forest plantations
I appreciate the fact that the left Dufresne and Redemption
ear for music and I'm ready to fall in love with the collar
I have wires
so dangerous breakdown
Rap has no pizdabolstvo
do not you dare call it mud
finished answer sheet will scratch the hand chop bones
wiping rubber on the ground of his old cougar
not in the minds of the strength and heartbeat
rain broke sheferinu
method called principle
inflated taught life and in the eyes of Oriflame
I've seen more than a green
milk under the sage who
rustling wheels types of evil or chills
huyachet stereo until I remain zeleboboy
from the south or east of the zalenekopot here
kopyushon loose sleep us the same message in the ass
Kok hundreds smears jam on bread sparkling
I put on a bit of poetry Vysotsky being small
crayons wing entrances
Male wing more
First seen soaring wings until it was closed down
STC grazed on eight clients in the pharmacy
I saw different dreams have scalded hands Opera
calls on pervoozerke cries neked minutes
on weekdays Agalakova
on Agalakova tupim
soon the snow will go on the roof, and press down cats
soon soon deja vu dreams
so I do not leave
Read the text very well, I also listen to them
I am rich, and only this
like a dove peacefully drinking from a puddle
come from Tuscany where the vents smells September
Let's head to Tuscany where puppet theater
metamorphoses past led away somewhere
signs and stands up from the house to the Arbat
poking fingers pluck avatsii
its fun to stick to those whom we press to the bottom
I am not an esthete in terms of life and even more so after
why I have been sent here where a point or apostrophe
protected from coconuts primychku nose
Albotros wait until the last bus
playing paddle pebbles trapped inside me
look out the window considered pillars, and for one minute
inhale and exhale air polishing lips
stash spots and drooling
it is necessary to spit three times, yeah, knock on wood a proven law
Yes believe it will not sell even though the Negro Jew
even as I stick together and I'll break as much
I'm so in love with this world
What the Golgi complex
gamotsiny plus the brain, the Urals, plus the wind
little hair on his head, plus or minus player yes
I must become a good ton of murazhek
antivitony Louis and pissing shirts
from shortness of breath and ran from colic hips store contacts in yourself, not in your phone
I have no dick is not fashionable, to me pussy weather
at least today I kopyushon in Balokhonov
where the foot is driven by where we write and morim
newspapers will write yes on any priverat
and of the goals and entrances will crumble thoughts
and my reason some sleep at night and day when the cat
conceals winter branches, winter flips
leaving us with the battery by killing the smell of asphalt