Михаил Пайкин - Труп Лоры Палмер
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And I went out and fell
Like the corpse of Laura Palmer
Give me five tone of Napalm and I
I will smash everything to the fucking
I didn't have five minutes here
To mean everything as it is
Bring me 5 tons of napalma I will smash
you are all to fuck

And the muscles tremble on the face
How wet wings trembling without an umbrella
And my concepts are slim rows of the Otkhmok
Like the Japanese after the explosion of the atomic bomb
For some reason, nobody on my concerts
And I am at the end as the owner
Golden needle directly from a golden egg
Still I want to live and be alive
Not wander like a zombie

We met you in this line
Without the middle and end, we will sit here to gray hair
Illuminate my path to me to leave unharmed
In the dark on the labyrinths of the card on prints
Past the island of Crete
Something sharp flirting
not a lean virta
I have recently
Not hunting with everyone
And bypass and fun
Luno Road and stared
Through the screens
But families
They remained through time
A year has passed here
settled
and flew endlessly


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And he smashed everything to the fucking
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Here alone is me ...