Meanna - Времена
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~ Yes, we are sad,
~ but you need to direct this in the right direction
~ stones dotted the garden
~ the last fear lost the one

A person hangs on a cross
One end he will stick in the ground
stands like a column

And protects the gardens,
while the rest
those who are not scared
walk and live their measured life

Eternal sentry at a combat post
The head is full of building materials
You are trying all the time
But nothing can be understood.

it is forbidden. it is forbidden. it is forbidden.

People fell into cracks
under the feet of the earth
They clung to their hands
Now go with me and swear
Live corpses

I definitely solve the issue
have or not
Dead children come out of us

You don't miss me
I am for you too
Former friends from the past

The views are so Kosna
So all this has taken root
I appeal to justice
So graze me

Tell me fingers
Tell me the nails
How to play it

Life is an interesting thing
But people jump with a parachute

What to catch there?
Do you see this too?

or one of the most unpleasant moments
When the table breaks
and guests surround the dishes
It becomes bitter and clear to me

They congratulate
They will be full words
And I swallowed my tongue again

Fall their banality
I do not agree with
Why wish them
After all, sometimes you get up, say
You turn into a jester

Among the Reva Benzapil was more than one washed
But also about that
Gutting is not necessary

I would have come to the drugs
Yes, the earth will take everything and everything
In the meantime, we live on credit
Then it will be visible

take me
In one boiler
For one fire
Lower all the dogs
I subscribed to it myself

At least only collected
public opinion

I got caught that bit
This is viciously
And the last word screams in the corner
In convulsions

We are all the losers here do not worry.

Stretched atmosphere
Domostroy is prepared in the kitchen

Here the highest substances fail
We made our choice
taking into account several thousand little things
Having tied them together
you roll from Mount Kubar
Snowing on the road

They will look and say
- Yeah, completely ...

And creative people
They love to do something
do not feed them with bread
But I'm sorry
I do not believe a single sound

Are you playing a blues?
And I'm not in a hurry,
I'll sit here and spit,
This has its advantages.

It's hard like a rise to a mountain
like thoughts running into the head for a minute,
Here you can talk plenty
After all, this is all just intro
Here you can talk plenty
After all, this is all just intro
Decibella of an empty sound,

And not anger -
It would be demolished for a long time.

And I, with my rather skip person
I'll speak
Until the joints and bones are dispersed
While I get into the rhythm

Remember and sorrow.

days, they can be missed
The path with a tablecloth
The path with a tablecloth
The path with a tablecloth

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The miracle did not happen
The phone book has a dangerous neighborhood
Someday Apocalypse
And for today the usual fucked

The miracle did not happen
The phone book has a dangerous neighborhood
Someday Apocalypse
And for today the usual fucked