Текст песни Демо - Толстый

No, do not worry, sweetheart,
All will not be so bad.
As I slowly crawl snake
The weight of their blows in lust.
The body will reduce the volume of the universe,
Sinful, heap is everywhere.
My corpse chalk outline a true,
Made of fat plaques in the blood vessels.
And I would have captured their weight beauties.
And I would quietly to grow flowers.
Clushaem, Maine stream, the eternal wanderer.
Went to the x * k you went to the x * k you.
I'll sit and postpone happiness
Hide cheeks in the form of bags.
You will not be like my passion.
I am firmly in the trenches, all I'm ready.
We are with you will not really at odds,
It bridges the gap between us for a long time.
Yes, I would have thrown the body into the sea,
But this would cause a tsunami.
No, I'm not fat, my joy,
I just dropped in from time to time to visit.
I can already, and therefore is not in vain
The weight of its hit dice.