pelimsky - july
текст песни

I'm here. Left in the well of studios.
Love is usually without public,
Plan everything, or what will happen
All the same hits in the chest, maybe.

More honest thousands of these judges,
December teaches not to believe people
Salt is measured by the first pood
The tolerant gives rise to demand.

I pierce the asphalt march
Tobacco stained in the face of a camel
The fire burns, but it burns purely
When everything goes downhill.

My white marshal, my Bermuda,
We are not worried where, where-
Green Cape and his escud
Your hair is not worth it.

I froze again in an attempt to escape
You are like Dandy on the skin of childhood
You draw a goal that the means are more expensive
For several hundred cigarettes.

Let me remind you, Marshal, my freedom
put in a suit or just a robe
only two meters of coffin are capable
And the even number of roses.

You just know, the simplest choice
In format from genus on "either"
Free as if in a vessel fish,
Yes, just the wrong question

The question is in the transparency of the water surface.
Let's leave everything for God's sake
Let me or even put on
Drink your nose into your body.