Саша Маст - Киски
текст песни

Sasha writes a heavyweight again
Hear be quieter
So far, a crazy bullet
I did not catch in the attic
The farther to the forest

Thus thicket thicker
I put the streets dressed in Guchi
With the time
Went a little cooler

Do you want what?
On the shore we will pull everything
What would then without
So that I myself make a choice

Under cross -fired fire
That he was inexorably led

Big Brother
In a loop of monotony
Hang
Frightened
What is the name of the carpet
And the lack of fantasies
Bureaucracy is jamming sound

Guitars and vocals of independent artists
That the teeth squeezed
Dancing on their chill
Under the fact that they gave
To the fact that you turned on us

Yes, we hang out for you what
What did you think about us
It's not cold not hot

Hear
I did a thousand things
Under the muzzle of dogs
That they scorch in the cracks behind us all
They know everything about everyone

Where and with whom they hung who is who
Dancing tectonics
Moved to tick current

For the last taste of Glory (Marlowe)
But they did not keep a tone
The layouts were not gone
And melted like chocolate

Pussies cannot themselves
At the pussy of the paw
The pussies of the folds whistled
They are here as here
Only the whistle of the mind
Look at any corner
There they are waiting for their someone
Pussy is a whole job