Скины для Винампа - Барбарис
текст песни
29
0 человек. считает текст песни верным
0 человек считают текст песни неверным
Скины для Винампа - Барбарис - оригинальный текст песни, перевод, видео
- Текст
- Перевод
куплет:
а этим вечером кого то снова зажег спирт,
за зож вскинь, мы в свою очередь за Джон Смит.
и не пугает никого пускай мой злобный облик,
ближайших обнял и за вас за всех пинту Хоб Гоблин.
по чести выходной, но книгу я прочесть - ебал,
врачей стебать, с типами двигаюсь в Манчестер Паб.
харчей съел бак, до пива жадная во мне толпа,
резаного налей, пол-Прайда и еще пол-Палм.
я в панике, не помогает At the Disco Panic,
ни заебись, как Панин мне уйти, ни визга в падик.
но риск оправдан, в моих присказках тут привкус крафта,
когда найдешь ты в этих треках главный приз - удавку.
а у кого то телки все, как Аня Семенович,
внутри такой ты рад оставить свое семя, но вич.
твою красивую мечту сношают плотно раком,
жену спаливший детектив нашел для фото ракурс.
а кто то все мимо тюремных тащит камер тюк,
а кто то лук залил в террасу, на нем Хаммер, Дюп,
мы тут стаканами гремим, у нас там Хани Дью,
руку под юбку дамочке, но я не хам, отнюдь.
другая рука, лукавый, видать, плутает вглубь камер,
что так и просят, мол, come in, тут под клыками клубка нить.
заполнят этот клуб гамом, запомню этих клумб камень,
я на охапки похабные харкнув, этот флуд хамов.
с блатхат играет Бладхаунд, плач, хаос, это Вальхалла,
порхал бы, но разрушений столько, что это вальс Халка.
пока за мужем со скалкой, мне к скатам скакать со скал кайф,
только бы fly in the sky мне, билет, дорога в плацкартном.
для моих футов риск этот игристый футуризм,
и стоит фунт туризм, это петля из шарфа Берберрис.
попробуй подберись, это зарница с боевым, карниз,
дал пар бариста мне, тот аромат провал твой барбарис.
бракованный бы паспорт щас, где я, к примеру, Говард,
закован, как и у знакомого в башке саркома.
цвета морковного пылает пламя - Сара Коннор,
так приторно стелю, что чувствую сам сахар горлом.
не пофиг ли, дистрофик влип, все мои строки - флирт,
вся моя лирика кастет, я сам его отлил.
я буду тут баттлить пока не упорюсь в подливу,
мне нужен либо фарт, либо из пива Бад ливень.
мне говорят, что тут лимит, ты просто все прими,
когда ко мне вломилась ты, я был уже в хламину.
мне нах лавины, как тому парню с рекламы Минтон,
не посрамим глубин с приподнятой над нимбом пинтой.
Truck:
And this evening someone again lit alcohol,
Throw out for his healthy lifestyle, we, in turn, for John Smith.
and does not scare anyone, let my evil look,
He hugged the closest and for you for all Pinta Hob Goblin.
By honor, a day off, but I read the book - fucked,
Doctors stem, with the types I move to Manchester a pub.
Harch ate a tank, to a beer greedy in me a crowd,
Cut, pour, half-grada and another half-Palm.
I am in a panic, does not help at the disco panic,
Neither fucked, how to leave Panin, nor a squeal in the pad.
But the risk is justified, in my sayings there is a taste of craft,
When you find the main prize in these tracks - a noose.
And someone has a chick everything, like Anya Semenovich,
Inside, you are glad to leave your seed, but HIV.
Your beautiful dream is densely with cancer,
The wife who burned the detective found a perspective for a photo.
And someone dragged the chambers of the bale past.
And someone flooded the bow in the terrace, on it is a hammmer, Dup,
We are throble with glasses here, we have Hani Dew there,
hand under the skirt of a lady, but I'm not a boor, by no means.
The other hand, the evil one, see, wanders deep into the cameras,
that they ask, they say, Come in, here under the fangs of the ball of the thread.
They will fill this club with a gam, I will remember these flower beds, a stone,
I have grumbled on the armfuls, this flood Hamov.
Blathat is played by Bladhaund, crying, chaos, this is Valhalla,
I would flutter, but so much destruction that it is a waltz Halk.
While my husband is with a rolling pin, I have to ride a roll to the slopes from the rocks,
If only Fly in the Sky, a ticket, a road to a reserved seat.
For my feet, this risk is sparkling futurism,
And there is a pound tourism, this is a loop from a scarf Berberris.
Try to pick up, this is a ranger with a combat, a cornice,
He gave a barista pair to me, that fragrance of the failure of your barberry.
A defective passport right now, where I, for example, Howard,
Closed, like a friend in the head of the sarcoma.
the color of carrot flame flashes - Sarah Connor,
So I steadily steal that I feel sugar by my throat.
Wouldn't it do not care, dystrophics are stuck, all my lines are flirting,
All my lyrics are brand, I myself cast it.
I will have a battal here until I stare at the gravy,
I need either Fart or a beer of dietary supplement.
They tell me that there is a limit, you just accept everything,
When you broke into me, I was already in the mud.
I can be avalanche, like a guy with an advertisement of Minton,
We do not shame the depths with a pin raised above the halo.
And this evening someone again lit alcohol,
Throw out for his healthy lifestyle, we, in turn, for John Smith.
and does not scare anyone, let my evil look,
He hugged the closest and for you for all Pinta Hob Goblin.
By honor, a day off, but I read the book - fucked,
Doctors stem, with the types I move to Manchester a pub.
Harch ate a tank, to a beer greedy in me a crowd,
Cut, pour, half-grada and another half-Palm.
I am in a panic, does not help at the disco panic,
Neither fucked, how to leave Panin, nor a squeal in the pad.
But the risk is justified, in my sayings there is a taste of craft,
When you find the main prize in these tracks - a noose.
And someone has a chick everything, like Anya Semenovich,
Inside, you are glad to leave your seed, but HIV.
Your beautiful dream is densely with cancer,
The wife who burned the detective found a perspective for a photo.
And someone dragged the chambers of the bale past.
And someone flooded the bow in the terrace, on it is a hammmer, Dup,
We are throble with glasses here, we have Hani Dew there,
hand under the skirt of a lady, but I'm not a boor, by no means.
The other hand, the evil one, see, wanders deep into the cameras,
that they ask, they say, Come in, here under the fangs of the ball of the thread.
They will fill this club with a gam, I will remember these flower beds, a stone,
I have grumbled on the armfuls, this flood Hamov.
Blathat is played by Bladhaund, crying, chaos, this is Valhalla,
I would flutter, but so much destruction that it is a waltz Halk.
While my husband is with a rolling pin, I have to ride a roll to the slopes from the rocks,
If only Fly in the Sky, a ticket, a road to a reserved seat.
For my feet, this risk is sparkling futurism,
And there is a pound tourism, this is a loop from a scarf Berberris.
Try to pick up, this is a ranger with a combat, a cornice,
He gave a barista pair to me, that fragrance of the failure of your barberry.
A defective passport right now, where I, for example, Howard,
Closed, like a friend in the head of the sarcoma.
the color of carrot flame flashes - Sarah Connor,
So I steadily steal that I feel sugar by my throat.
Wouldn't it do not care, dystrophics are stuck, all my lines are flirting,
All my lyrics are brand, I myself cast it.
I will have a battal here until I stare at the gravy,
I need either Fart or a beer of dietary supplement.
They tell me that there is a limit, you just accept everything,
When you broke into me, I was already in the mud.
I can be avalanche, like a guy with an advertisement of Minton,
We do not shame the depths with a pin raised above the halo.
Другие песни исполнителя: