Текст песни Бабангида - Раунд 4 - Зов природы vs. Грязный КА - Таблица Юг

be a man means to overcome the call of nature
I would like to
but my car has long departed from the platform
on the head hood and walk through the city
find a quiet corner to get away from the hustle and
break away from the earth and face mask
last winter we've got all the floats
as a lousy general
a series of crazy days and nights
the world is cruel Augusto Pinochet
gatherings until the morning in the kitchen
meet morning thick smoke enveloped
void in my thoughts flow
I remember my love and we had to shore
but it is already too
I poured abundantly on leaf letters
wrote another verse
someone will say show
what is there to Bob, you again poured water
and I heard a voice in my head I feel so comfortable with him
going crazy ebanulsya can
but he then explain to me later about
humility before nature

so hard to bear the burden of the hero
I will not hide because I'm the same flesh and blood
but overcome nature is to stand on a par with the gods
so the guy Drop irony fight with him

head voice beckon on the horizon
it is the call of nature
half-life immured in concrete box
We then measured out a short century
the choice of only two roads
where your leads do not know
My upstairs like

head voice beckon on the horizon
it is the call of nature
half-life immured in concrete box
We then measured out a short century
the choice of only two roads
where your leads do not know
My upstairs like

say there is hope
But God will hear your prayers
he hid in a shell snail
I have a pen sheet
and a group of his spleen wildebeest line
although my lyrics just tasteless sauce to the dish
Just then catch a wave
because not every vkuril humor
garbage and tedious to the liking of sentimental ladies
so without the pale gonyu empty
time nature has to
someone wants happiness
and I would take the money
let him first cast a stone
who's to say I do not need
I was smarter than once but has not acquired fucking
and you have a family of his wife cottage in Anapa
although more banal
end all one
pit covered with earth and the abyss
in the empty eye sockets gaping
You are spun uselessly
and your life is just a Vanity Fair
when passed the final feature
finish all the same
Nature itself is true
and cries from time to time to us
life quagmire
and worthless
but we go in the ground as seeds
to germinate later
and who we will become
dick knows
and lousy poetry forgive me mate

head voice beckon on the horizon
it is the call of nature
half-life immured in concrete box
We then measured out a short century
the choice of only two roads
where your leads do not know
My upstairs like

head voice beckon on the horizon
it is the call of nature
half-life immured in concrete box
We then measured out a short century
the choice of only two roads
where your leads do not know
My upstairs like