Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
And in the dark I distinguish the voices of the living
From my feet from the sky fell the brightest star
And the light got to the edge
And in the dark I distinguish the voices of the living
From my feet from the sky fell the brightest star
And the light got to the edge
And it immediately became clear where it is,
Monday comes immediately after Sunday
Voices by themselves are woven into unrestrained fun
Zaza za za za za ...
a studio microphone
Zaza za za za za za ...
music in one of the best backgrounds
Much easier when the image is reflected from the bass
Thousands of thunders run through my neck,
from the bottom of the phrase
The wandering sound of the ears to the
little man will rock his neck as it should
And to the kopchak on the feet to the ground
And the corpse of the sky from the head to the leafs
Not a feather and not a tear,
I know about winter and spring
But it still takes a long time to freeze in here
Replacing the music in the heat,
but also in the south outside the window
Behind the threshold of the crowd,
welcome to our house
Warm up at the monitor in the hole in the ass
The song about how powerful the flame of the burning Babylon
I wrote so sad, but I'm excited
This beat cannot be avoided again
I live in the thought of the form
The soul is again out, there it is on the wire
Hanged for another maneuver
The words can be like a flying petal With it,
the speaking wind straight into the sparkling
floor Will throw it, with it, the edge will fly
Transforming through love,
through sparkling whirlwinds
But to those heights,
it will bring it to the field
Where no one really lives,
where,
in general,
only oxygen
And only that,
not all human sounds will be heard
How my brother will go beyond the horizon
A star slides,
drawing a thick overworld darkness
We inhabit the world of incoming fleas
But when the big cap blows us away We will
forget the mountains of * pumaks