Артём Лоик - 11. Комментаторы
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Musician, what have you cold?
The texts are all of yours - simple!
Only the rats of the whip and the whip.
It would be better not to sing at all
After, like you!
And we are not rats, we are cats!
Your truths are old!
Do not pick up a hundred digging
At the concert, give up the matter!
You are not a roots to us, not bro!
You are very good!
Stop filling, Harosh!
It was done, and Vali.
You can’t build a new Rome,
You say too fast
How could this, mouse,
To love more than pilaf.
These tricks and Floo,
These opposites,
Musicians are fools!
There is nothing of your protests about.
Without writing, better texts
I will write and wrap.
Clown, bazaar, well!
You go to the shoulders to the side.
You mow forever, there is no style,
I tell you about
Hey, tie a brother.
Not in demand at the same time
What you write is Moveton!
Times have gone arc
Very gone - not to send
Very weak - to hear strong
It is more convenient for us to drain you
Musician, went to "ha",
Even here with a knife, I dried
Cut our saint's mat,
What is a chick? Mother with photo!
Do not change hell to heaven.
And your bottom, let's dive!
Our likes with a different word.
Onega flees from you.
I was interesting to the rats, you were you
Muhykantam - no.
All reposts, we are behind the camps
Light in herds.
Unknown rats - no,
And the musicians - yes!
Lost before sunset
Maybe you are a rat, Loik?
Pretended to be a musician
As well as rat ...