Текст песни Мутант Ъхвлам - Ржавым котам ржавые лапти ч.3

Zagibon, the curve in the mirror gibbon
Three of my fingers in the socket
Lick moss - it is not the language of gab
outside acacia blossom on location'm mast
Obkotsany tempting head portion of the bare Vagicha
batters dome just now, Chuck Palahniuk,
a quiet hour in chambers such rosy collage
Mashed thigh and once you lie down
sausage roasted nuts, and I already grilled chickens
a bit off the wings - quenched the thirst of violence
Russia tolerates if not drunk
Dicks less kicking and remember urchins, wrinkled odёzha
and there is no hope but give cheap
dative, and the one who is asleep - the speeder
Torpedizm and drinking alcohol, broken believing
sniffs the faith, saying, visited Tver
Shut the door, bad body he held on to the square
who sings the sing the first

year short jacket under his chin small town but the roads as a full boxes
year short jacket under his chin small town but the roads as a full boxes
full

Alexa shook rope rose sailor
locomotive on rails shaking us
departures to the south of the captain's boy twists
Yulu arrows show
a circle locomotive exhales
couples we read Poisson lasso
We pounce on the meat as a Poisson bites
ace Picasso draws on
Pano like wine heals wounds
It is intoxicating to nothing
Tibet ate tablet
Eroded broke outlet
oh no no

year short jacket under his chin small town but the roads as a full boxes
year short jacket under his chin small town but the roads as a full boxes
year short

old school, I still drive a shohu
on the brow of a seam, not saved in the blood
will not let the compass points to the north. I sat down, hilarious crazy
and your voice boomed striped verse
and so easily grasped, and so embarrassing kopipastit
what are your opus?
sometimes even so it does not roll music
and cigarettes taste of coffee is not sad
and let me never let go
what or who is now a muse? and you too, Mr. Dim
though expensive rituzah and shoes Chester
But then be honest, who here among the smoking chimneys
bank of karma. Figaro-Figaro
dial fingering stones in the frame memory
heretic moved onto the stake.
fuck who is wrong, and so good
and the type of hip-hap and expensive sneakers
Tighten the collar, there is a void and decides cabbage
and is not the same group of caste and hello
new day you white blue red
This point is not the best town but I still
blue-green. under the national anthem [dance freaks]

year short jacket under his chin small town but the roads as a full boxes
year short jacket under his chin small town but the roads as a full boxes
with slide