Операция Пластилин - Мама
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Euphoria of crisis states
From rehab to the monastery
Control in the dirty button accordion
So from the bottom burst out with battles
I shoulder to shoulder with boys
Who became a family, became stronger
You said that nobody needs me
But look at hundreds of people in this room
From point "A" - gloomy childhood
Through the hell of teenage depression
To point "b" - where we are lucky
To the club after an autograph session
But there is someone who is nearby all the time
Psychiatrist, angel, girlfriend
And the fact that my bad head is still on my shoulders
This is her merit

[Plasticine operation]:
As Buddhism there is no without suffering
Bricks without Vasya and Dani
Soviet apartments without trash
So I am not without you
Mom and Hare Krishna, and Hare Rama
Mom and Hare Krishna, and Hare Rama
Mom, all your wounds, all your drama my drama

[Plasticine operation]:
Euphoria of crisis states
You have already forgotten everything, but I don't
How you cried in the evenings
And I disappeared, returning with flowers
Invariably white chrysanthemums
For my cult, icon, totem
I was a bad son, yes
But fall asleep on your knees
This is the highest happiness
When the whole is torn to pieces
And units became zero
When our best tracks
They are covered on the Internet ...
In an endless round on the highway
Between ECB and Tyumen
Two lines in Votsap will warm me
I'm worried, get dressed warmer

[Plasticine operation]:
In the next life we ​​will become whales
And, falling under the wheels of Sansara
Seeds will scatter in different places
But I will find you again
Mom and Hare Krishna, and Hare Rama
Mom and Hare Krishna, and Hare Rama
Mom and Hare Krishna, and Hare Rama
Mom, all your wounds, all your drama my source Perevod-pesni.ru