YD - Московская романтика
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Недавно толпой мы третий Рим покорили.
Альтруизм в силе, для нас делали то, что мы просили.
Москва теперь, как фриссон - мы ее испили.
Дрожь по телу в унисон – мы за буйки заплыли.
Сон удрал от глаз – это день первый - злодейство
Пачка без акциза – судейство, Игорь еврейство.
Туалет на изварино чародейство, никакой лести.
Вышел ночью покурить – танцуй, впадай в детство.
День второй наступил, - апартаменты лордов
Кроссовки на окнах, хозяин снова дышит гордо.
Другие же робко, пробило все пробки.
Вечером следовали по сопкам, Булгаковских тропок.
Позже саммит с девченками, рандеву с чаем.
Мы и сами не знали, какими близкими станем.
Все устали без Морфея, ушли домой - встали.
Иллюминатор манил Лешу, пока все спали.
Московская романтика — вещь довольно специфичная.
Мы это поняли на своей шкуре, поражает идентичностью
Удивляет динамичностью, жизнь столичная
Не знаю, покорю ли поэтичностью, подбирая метафоричность.
Это трек внутряк, просто для тех кто с нами в теме.
Никакой мифологемы, мы теперь как племя.
Приятное бремя знакомств, посеяно семя.
Друзья спасибо, что приняли в это тяжелое время.
Кремль – это следующая история, день третий.
Снова забыли об этикете, анархистские дети.
Конференция про Донбасс и мы тут в ответе
Нам поверьте, мы расскажем вам о своем портрете.
Как много глубоких эмоций вызывай в нас театр
Всплеск чувств и нам необходим местный психиатр
Увлечение до дна, быстро вынырнул без карты.
Излечились от осадка военной катаракты.
Обычная прогулка по парку – мы ревизоры
Искали корень мандрагоры – на воробьевых горах.
Шикарные просторы, как будто все декоры
Простите девченки за столь буйных визитеров.
Променаж с красотками, жаль что эфемерный
Дня весеннего, прогулка в годы юбилейные
По дорога шутки Пушкина, в ногу со временем .
Из всех рывков – лучшее -50 попыток Серого .
Московская романтика — вещь довольно специфичная.
Мы это поняли на своей шкуре, поражает идентичностью
Удивляет динамичностью, жизнь столичная
Не знаю, покорю ли поэтичностью, подбирая метафоричность.
Это трек внутряк, просто для тех кто с нами в теме.
Никакой мифологемы, мы теперь как племя.
Приятное бремя знакомств, посеяно семя.
Друзья спасибо, что приняли в это тяжелое время.
Три часа поспали, но Москва не спит никогда
70 лет победы, ночью пили мы до дна
С утра же сполна, уже шли на плацдарм.
По следам наших предков, вы заслужили медаль.
Не успели группой на салют, да и к черту
Мы за руки шли через орды и было ниче так.
Напевали песни вместе, при давке сквозь толпы.
Мы братья и сестры сплотились, вытянув перископы.
Отдыхаем молодые люди, кричит один из наших
Тоха заскучавший, решил мигом разбавить кашу.
Всегда пляшем, при виде Пушкина Кудряшек.
И это каждый день, в кругу Ералашей.
Спасибо девченки, за ваш теплый приют.
Все замрут, и услышав этот трек подпоют.
Надеюсь не принесли дискомфорта, а если вдруг.
Простите нас за все, ждем в Луганске – все мы тут.
Московская романтика — вещь довольно специфичная.
Мы это поняли на своей шкуре, поражает идентичностью
Удивляет динамичностью, жизнь столичная
Не знаю, покорю ли поэтичностью, подбирая метафоричность.
Это трек внутряк, просто для тех кто с нами в теме.
Никакой мифологемы, мы теперь как племя.
Приятное бремя знакомств, посеяно семя.
Друзья спасибо, что приняли в это тяжелое время.
Recently, the Third Rome conquered the Third Rome.
Altruism is in force, for us they did what we asked.
Moscow now, like Frisson - we drank it.
Trembling through the body in unison - we swam for buoys.
The dream flew away from the eyes - this is the first day - villainy
A pack without excise tax - refereeing, Igor Jewry.
Toilet for Izvarino sorcery, no flattery.
I went out at night to smoke - dance, get into childhood.
The second day has come - the apartments of the lords
Sneakers on the windows, the owner breathes proudly again.
Others timidly broke all the traffic jams.
In the evening they followed the hills, the Bulgakov paths.
Later, a summit with girls, a rendezvous with tea.
We ourselves did not know what close to us.
Everyone was tired without Morpheus, went home - got up.
The porthole attracted Lesha while everyone was asleep.
Moscow romance is a rather specific thing.
We understood this in our own skin, amazes with identity
Surprises with dynamism, the life of the metropolitan
I don’t know if I will conquer poetry, choosing metaphoricality.
This is a track inside, just for those who are with us in the subject.
No mythologist, we are now like a tribe.
A pleasant burden of dating, sowed the seed.
Friends thank you for accepting this difficult time.
The Kremlin is the next story, the third day.
Again they forgot about etiquette, anarchist children.
Conference about the Donbass and we are in response
Believe us, we will tell you about our portrait.
How many deep emotions cause the theater in us
A surge of feelings and we need a local psychiatrist
Passion to the bottom, quickly emerged without a card.
Cut out from the sediment of military cataracts.
The usual walk in the park - we are auditors
They searched for the root of the Mandrahores - on the Sparrow Mountains.
Gorgeous open spaces, as if all decors
Forgive the girls for such violent visitors.
Bange with beauties, sorry that ephemeral
Spring Day, Walk in Yubileye Years
Pushkin's jokes, in the leg, on the road with the times.
Of all the jerks -the best -50 attempts to gray.
Moscow romance is a rather specific thing.
We understood this in our own skin, amazes with identity
Surprises with dynamism, the life of the metropolitan
I don’t know if I will conquer poetry, choosing metaphoricality.
This is a track inside, just for those who are with us in the subject.
No mythologist, we are now like a tribe.
A pleasant burden of dating, sowed the seed.
Friends thank you for accepting this difficult time.
Three hours slept, but Moscow never sleeps
70 years of victory, we drank to the bottom at night
In the morning, in the morning, they were already going to the bridgehead.
In the wake of our ancestors, you deserve a medal.
I did not have time to group on a salute, and to hell
We walked by the hordes and was like that.
Sanging songs together, when pressing through the crowds.
We are brothers and sisters rallied, stretching the periscopes.
We rest young people, one of our
Toha bored, decided to dilute the porridge in an instant.
We always dance, at the sight of Pushkin curls.
And this is every day, in the circle of yogh.
Thanks to the girl, for your warm shelter.
Everyone is freezing, and having heard this track they will go.
I hope they did not bring discomfort, but if suddenly.
Forgive us for everything, we are waiting in Lugansk - we are all here.
Moscow romance is a rather specific thing.
We understood this in our own skin, amazes with identity
Surprises with dynamism, the life of the metropolitan
I don’t know if I will conquer poetry, choosing metaphoricality.
This is a track inside, just for those who are with us in the subject.
No mythologist, we are now like a tribe.
A pleasant burden of dating, sowed the seed.
Friends thank you for accepting this difficult time.
Altruism is in force, for us they did what we asked.
Moscow now, like Frisson - we drank it.
Trembling through the body in unison - we swam for buoys.
The dream flew away from the eyes - this is the first day - villainy
A pack without excise tax - refereeing, Igor Jewry.
Toilet for Izvarino sorcery, no flattery.
I went out at night to smoke - dance, get into childhood.
The second day has come - the apartments of the lords
Sneakers on the windows, the owner breathes proudly again.
Others timidly broke all the traffic jams.
In the evening they followed the hills, the Bulgakov paths.
Later, a summit with girls, a rendezvous with tea.
We ourselves did not know what close to us.
Everyone was tired without Morpheus, went home - got up.
The porthole attracted Lesha while everyone was asleep.
Moscow romance is a rather specific thing.
We understood this in our own skin, amazes with identity
Surprises with dynamism, the life of the metropolitan
I don’t know if I will conquer poetry, choosing metaphoricality.
This is a track inside, just for those who are with us in the subject.
No mythologist, we are now like a tribe.
A pleasant burden of dating, sowed the seed.
Friends thank you for accepting this difficult time.
The Kremlin is the next story, the third day.
Again they forgot about etiquette, anarchist children.
Conference about the Donbass and we are in response
Believe us, we will tell you about our portrait.
How many deep emotions cause the theater in us
A surge of feelings and we need a local psychiatrist
Passion to the bottom, quickly emerged without a card.
Cut out from the sediment of military cataracts.
The usual walk in the park - we are auditors
They searched for the root of the Mandrahores - on the Sparrow Mountains.
Gorgeous open spaces, as if all decors
Forgive the girls for such violent visitors.
Bange with beauties, sorry that ephemeral
Spring Day, Walk in Yubileye Years
Pushkin's jokes, in the leg, on the road with the times.
Of all the jerks -the best -50 attempts to gray.
Moscow romance is a rather specific thing.
We understood this in our own skin, amazes with identity
Surprises with dynamism, the life of the metropolitan
I don’t know if I will conquer poetry, choosing metaphoricality.
This is a track inside, just for those who are with us in the subject.
No mythologist, we are now like a tribe.
A pleasant burden of dating, sowed the seed.
Friends thank you for accepting this difficult time.
Three hours slept, but Moscow never sleeps
70 years of victory, we drank to the bottom at night
In the morning, in the morning, they were already going to the bridgehead.
In the wake of our ancestors, you deserve a medal.
I did not have time to group on a salute, and to hell
We walked by the hordes and was like that.
Sanging songs together, when pressing through the crowds.
We are brothers and sisters rallied, stretching the periscopes.
We rest young people, one of our
Toha bored, decided to dilute the porridge in an instant.
We always dance, at the sight of Pushkin curls.
And this is every day, in the circle of yogh.
Thanks to the girl, for your warm shelter.
Everyone is freezing, and having heard this track they will go.
I hope they did not bring discomfort, but if suddenly.
Forgive us for everything, we are waiting in Lugansk - we are all here.
Moscow romance is a rather specific thing.
We understood this in our own skin, amazes with identity
Surprises with dynamism, the life of the metropolitan
I don’t know if I will conquer poetry, choosing metaphoricality.
This is a track inside, just for those who are with us in the subject.
No mythologist, we are now like a tribe.
A pleasant burden of dating, sowed the seed.
Friends thank you for accepting this difficult time.