омонра - дробышаю и слушаю
текст песни

Katya does not have a bat
On the red sofa
We are sitting in her hut
gram in the right pocket

The dog cut their backs
They will bring a letter to me
Your sad mine
The boys are okay

On the windowsill tea
No cold water
Listen, don't flirt
You and I are not young

Prolceless age
makes itself felt
Remember the brushwood
They buried your mother

I'll tell you a toast for you
On your wake
Balled under the tail
REP on vinyl records
They listened

homeless people eat stray guys
and on the full stomach in the boxes are chopped
The prostitute Katya is unnecessary even at a discount
If only you were near and dancing Lezginka

You are my Sati Casanova Pi Songs Gazmanov
I am your Drobyshev in the afternoon and shit at night
At the exhibition of fur
Everything is seriously without laughter
You are the main character of my dreams

on the carpet
Do you want to stand like a heron
On the accordings of the according to the post -ends
Curtains in triangles