Proba - Осень
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Daffy
Yo! For a day behind a microphone Yo!
We charge, mutate does not happen at the studio
we are twisting in the tubes, because we are fast people
And let someone be unfamiliar in the hut
We will treat a hundred pounds, he will not forget us
what will catch up with, discuss conversations
Under the acceleration became a good Style sample
legs along the avenues on the roads by local
through the fences run to school to pick up
The second month for white pieces of dough
We crumble a marathony, new texts are born
Eyes lose their sharpness in the area
in the ears of the constant, resolve issues with local
Dreams ceased to be dreams like in real life
The last thing I dreamed about my feet
I fled somewhere from some scumbags
Then he fell, got up, the shot probably just died
pounded the coffin with boards, I suddenly woke up
Wet shampoo, coffee, sneakers shoes, Metor woke up
I threw a couple of acres on the phone, mutate on the hair dryer
We go to the club, because on the street autumn
We carry all the most important
On one road twice in the evening, a medicine for the liver
From the round, multi -colored brands of paper
we accelerate speech all has gained meaning, you need to last
along the sidewalks to the ring run on the leaves
I'm not the only my friends with me on the fast
Huyuy's legs get wet, but this is after
And now we will walk, because on the street autumn
And we will not ask anyone where we are dividing those for six months
burned, drove through the veins, checked their themes for strength
at night they let the sound on the wires, I will give everything for this life

Steering wheel
A couple of boxes of the plan for us by bank transfer
Guys drip in wet rather this poison
So it turned out sorry, but I'm not thumping
I burn, inhale the empty cords I lower
In this track, with us, a light hunger reads,
Why about autumn? ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nh
In this, the verm of the year is the dipression is growing
This time of the year of loved ones takes
I am going home on the last tram in the evening
Everything is difficult for me in the fall, I know with you
those who are with us respect for our pack
The sample writes for you, please do not forget
In these lines there is little falsehood and more truth
every year it is more difficult to make bets
After all, so often we make big huts
We catch parishes and we classically in a rag
On the street autumn, cool and this runny nose
whitish
girl, we had everything, now we miss
More and more often I notice how love disappears
Years run away time does not doze off, everything is getting old
Someone does not value it, and someone knows the price
I will give everything for this life, for this scene to you
Everything should be clear from my words

Light hunger
It was rain at night I got up early in the morning
Away from the city 371 route
without jokes a couple of parashuts on the road to brother
Leave the heel to come back to us
in the cabin, it is close to the place for about an hour
With the next song on Radio Stas Pieho
And on the horizon a familiar turn is visible
Chef slowmain, perhaps here we will come out
And apparently in this forest we got stuck for a long time
4 hours at least under birches, Christmas trees
from bumps to a bump along a familiar path
Not the first year we trample on these places of the furnace
Beggarly beggars, selected
Will we use it here now or later in the city?
thoughts are absurd to the side, what to pull with this
Now staphus is accurate on the way we will meet
20 minutes have passed we begin to smear
who knows, he knows there is nothing to tell
In the train or in the groove we panic
Upon arrival, only a couple of wigs will reassure us
And the whole brigade under the mushrooms fuel in the city
Strengthen the guy we begin to make hard
This is perhaps the best staph that I used
Keep yourself in your hands Type do not tie up in the knot
from corner to corner from Yandex to corner
Our Tusa burns turning everything around into coal
And only on the extracurricular understand where you are and who you are
This is September autumn the season of quiet hunting
This autumn marathon will leave no chance
to improve or at least try
Rain again at night, looked at the weather forecast
This is September, autumn, quiet hunting season

Foma
Yes....
Who is at speeds, who leaves for the pugs
but it does not pin me, the shala is happy with me
Light euphoria, people funny people
they are in a hurry somewhere, but to me to the pussy, I have a weekend