Black Market - Салют
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salute, here you have to be on a check,

otherwise your "I" will suddenly take the cheek,

does not carry paraffin at all,

With what? And what rushes from.

Will wait for sunsets, go out the window,

They will hark with blood, but still eat glass.

This did not lose it, it is more and more glorifying.

Brother back opposite. And in it your sharp knife ..

Or maybe we can wash the time here,

Or maybe your soul rots under the skin.

Waves pump the island, and we are sharp

Here we divide what the nostrils bleed from

Time has come: we need to harden the poisonous sting

And the bitches are washed with a mixture of blood and feces

He held the angel by the wrist - there was no pulse

He did not wake up, in the wild breathing convulsions.

We breathe exhaust cars of rich di

The murdered gaze hides somewhere under the hood

While you are staring at the sky, so renounced

Someone will replenish the ranks of hopelessly impended

Golden youth patch holes in the budget,

And we will throw a cold wind in the face of a wet rain.

Be born in poverty, between life and death,

We will pay for everything in this or this light

(..) The redistribution of the system bites their foundations.

The engine cuts a coin to give cops later the empty bottom

"But but but but" - you do not bark at me, the dog

(..) huyach out the outline

Severe tone, not from lunch in a restaurant,

Not from a lady blowjob, what's on the television screen.

Another day: morning, winter.

Modestly dressed, shods are not ma.

Kent called yesterday, called for a funeral,

His angel killed, he probably did well.

There is sorrow in the shower (..)
We will shake, catch on a sparrow, bitch