HE.KURILI - ОСКАЛ
текст песни

Chorus:

Salam, all shores on the Volga
We are at home, years are not young,
And still no sense.
While smoke from Bong Bomb is hammering a column.

Coupling:

This kind did not like this way.
Turning, comma
For daddy paw, it does not spin this liqueur,
In order to give up the memory in order to smoke on the background,

In order for the so-called good eyebrow of your stories.
We are so damping the greed on Mani.
Digit the dirty on the clave of the Doluban Limer,
Stone by law Pihali.

How are you there yourself on capital
For daddy Whatsap, Whatsap shores forever, Volga memory.
We did not see the light while you brought into screens through your eyes.
We would put on the bit as you put a literal life,

Floor mode Do not forget life to make us melons or zeros
Salip on love We are shrill with snolls we.

Chorus:

Salam, all shores on the Volga
We are at home, years are not young,
And still no sense.
While smoke from Bong Bomb is hammering a column.

Coupling:

Everything can crash into a moment as a crystal vase.
Pull the long to do not crap
The saturated ocean will check the strength of your shell,
Do not swim deeply if you drink without a maza.

In front of you sprout, you hear, not seed it stretches with all his might
From what has and not verify faith leaning against the barrier
At high height we lose the tower instantly.
Someone will be at the end, and someone and the first

Be calm the accumulator beat the nerves.
In the ass canned food to change the diet
We do not choose the way of profit, hey, with a solid random.
Long list forget, life and work,

Do not stick against the waves, whether you are at least a parabage.
Looking a bull thumping aimed in fashion,
There is something that is ready to carry with me straight to the coffin.

Chorus:

Salam, all shores on the Volga
We are at home, years are not young,
And still no sense.
While smoke from Bong Bomb is hammering a column.

Coupling:

We are sometimes bold, take care of the streams on the con
A flock over the years Life is wider Brother, wider wagon
Take care of wind streams Get Oun Motor
My town is not nonsense will give skills like Dumbledore

Take care of the paddle, Pelhenal under the yards my tone,
Where years I have fallen Life, under the yard bitlo
My city of the catacomb here coma.
It is unlikely that my spirit will die,

We all at home we are at home at home. Try to rumor.
Stop lights, stop on the world, at times on empty mansta guys
We are not theory, so do not drive, propaganda on empty sheets
You are satisfied with the sir, there are precipitation here, hide and seek, wait for prosterity,

But you do not wait for the landing we are in the tank I, whining manatki.
Timer on the meli, the colors on the villals are invented under the expanses.
Not laws, the experience will not replace the crab and we are living.
We are not too late by Goal our wave, we're not too late to sink in thoughts
On the question, no later, we got up on the poster we reply to all your hands in the air.

Smoothly moving where he smokes
I slept my mother, I remembered dad
Fell to the land of the sleeve, and the body of the brother fell next to me
Barely guys.

This ballad is about how the truth kills
Unqualified by eradicating our rice,
Without choice we all play in someone else's game
Where the surgeon plays organs for laurels,

Where the judge with sins more than our
Will declare a deadline and say this law.
Under the umbrella who writes it and breaks
But it will be able to escape from the investigation to this moan.

Racked with knife wounds in a cold ravine
These are we to you enemies, those who stole vodka in the kabaska
I will raise this stack, standing,
For just life.
So that you die.

Chorus:

Salam, all shores on the Volga
We are at home, years are not young,
And still no sense.
While smoke from Bong Bomb is hammering a column.