Текст песни Каспийский груз - Этот трек нервный тик на твоё ебало

I like an apple in the snow
Lying before me darn surgeon
But, unfortunately, the body - not textiles
I would have sewn life plus yes to style

Blade visochki exactly
Dreams of sand, waves
And in the hands of the tickets in the cold
Two brothers go like Brothers Warner

Product brutally powerful
As from Santa Claus are waiting for, that we shall bring
And in a special compartment on the Affairs
While we're on the cause of freedom is not particularly

We are brother gangsters from head to toe
Authorities at the door, white gutter
And I did not cough when shot in the house
I am in this "Imudon" helped

[Gross]
The wind was blowing from the sea, I met the sea blew
In the radio Roots and Erykah Badu
And if these devils crossed the line?
I will bring order in hell

Spinning wheels, Gelding bandit
On the carpet spray, Persian carpet
I'm friends list friends,
But all of us in the hit list

Health relatives and friends
Again, I smoke it, then whiskey
I need Vanish carpet
And what kind of stains on the carpet? Blood.

This track - a nervous tic on your ebalo,
To blinked blinked
From Siberia to the Ural our performance
Juma, Shabbat, Sunday