Текст песни Песочные Люди - Просто

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Hotness :

Silver glow .
If you only knew how much we melted
In the flame gangs.
Fuse and you braid .
Pairs in rags .
Skid chaos in the brain , fuel oil - to the masses ,
Tear into pieces , throw me in the mouth scribbled black.
Evil whim .
Knives impaled alive.
Wow .
Trivia ! Let go, let him run on.
Start trouble , to feed our ears.
Pour eye solution naphtha .
Lubricated valve stem. In a head shot .
Caramba !
Brew stuck .
Nawal fawn .
For a small pocket on the pitch .
He knew . Squashed fingers .
Shells fell off .
Now hide and seek. A rushing it?
Mr. Eastside cast a spell .
The slurry itself grown tobacco .
Basta . Selassie laugh .
Devastated buckets mad .
Mixed with heshom and left the target .

crazy :

Not to breathe , though the gills with soot .
As the knife edges vsazhu Intermedia .
Ring stove gas guzzle oxygen.
Comfortable immediately embedding a ford .
Breaks in half shell.
Discourage sex fingers pulse .
In the bosom of valerian drops .
Ryannye chop konopolyannye .
Better quite good than bad at all .
And more to raise the score, blunt nails, pick up the dregs .
Lips in the foam . (???) Good morning .
Crows cawed . And our geese from under the arches in the gifts.
Heated altercation over bullet bullet that between the words go.
Held the whip , gingerbread not cheerful. In the narrow circle of rubbish firing .
Do not cut the tails , burn fires . And we're just allowed to cool .