Feduk - Перебрал
текст песни

I went through all the notes.
What kind of melody is, someone else hears.
Below is the sound dense.
I see a bitch, a bit of wet.

You are leading to a fashionable sound.
You are firing everything and falling who looks at you.
All the FSUs, bustle in the top.
Forever running crowds.

Often on the eyelids, it hangs in a ton,
Nothing depends on you.
My Moscow is a style.
Roting Moscow in acidic sketches.

Bitches in the fog hanged,
I look at them from below.
Snow falls from the sky, rain falls.
Thoughts fall with them.

I went through all the notes; went through all the notes;
Went through all the notes; notes; notes...
I went through all the notes; went through all the notes;
Went through all the notes; notes; notes...

I went through all the notes, but again by.
Past your uppercot greens hapny in a clinch avalanche
The spirit is weak, the tongue is long - this is what became the mainstream!
Children are haiped, I'm ashamed. Where is Dad, what will they pour them?

Not a preacher and not in the right to teach you, but
You threw your honor without looking at the scales, bitches!
Pseudomskskvichi - semi -coating and ji.
You, as kids need to be guarded above the abyss in rye.

God, give them the strength of the strength to drown in a lie.
He went over all the notes, again swimming in the nostalgies.

I went through all the notes; went through all the notes;
Went through all the notes; notes; notes...