Текст песни Фнаф марихуана - Когда спринг курнул травку с голден фредди и чика поет

Thin-thin germ
Encircles me.
I bathed in the fire,
Forgetting himself.

Bind up my eyes
And where the current Touch.
I like one,
It was like a flower.

I like smoke, quit.
You do not see any way.
I like pollen
On hot hands.

It was with me.
This was not a day.
I seem to fly
Under tremendous rain.

I will not cry anymore - crying quietly,
It does not help that.
I will not cry anymore.
I am silent, you be silent.
Mama. Ma-fu
This is not a nettle - do not take it!
Mama. Ma-fu
You do not touch it - it is better without it.

I stepped back.
I stepped forward.
And do not think that
The wind will carry us.

And on white sheets
Printed we
As stories of fire
From the cold moon.

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