plagueinside feat. palach - ядерный август
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I look at the floor, at a puddle saliva
Sacred gift, it is cleaner than a sheet
Honor was confused, between these days
And what do I see there? And who has become now?

Army burrows - oral environment
Nervous steam and veins on the forehead
Non -Urazitsa. There was a committee
I earned a breakdown to pain in tied hands

Launched the game. welcome to the club
But remember, you have to be inconspicuous
Beliefs lie, contradict them with a fool
Witches do not even dare

The broom was hesitated. They say right now you don't need a corpse
Happiness, good and lubricate the loops
Pads. And blew the appetite bravad on whistle
Waiting for a deliberate puddle of death

Where education is a collective image
In the arsenal can not work out in any way
Here is a mosaic, parents try to hump
But only providing a bruise not to avoid

On the body, like the soul, the race is not tired
With the same forgotten wanderers of the bottom
Under the windows at the intersection, my compass
From sulfur, Gary - turn into a radar

I saw childhood, yes, somehow I was not impressed
A mixture of a dictation with an ordinary kilo of bottles
To the receiver, delivery to vodka, beer -
Cycle, at the steering wheel authors of store notes

Everything is apparently not beautiful - but we are the children of E.Eeny
This is an art, but what would it be?
Devastation, bad taste, background of shadows
Flip anxiously on the centenium

Start with pathos
End in the bottom
Instead of nuclear August
Rugs under the window

A very contemptuous pause
It was, a self -named
From deafening groans
Wraps Gorky Faust Or

Our whole life is a catalog of years
Fly detachment from cutlets and boil nonsense
Dialogs roll into a stupid thread
Collect like a lego, according to the letter pamphlet
Has someone ordered a potpour in the boiler?
Wait, Haron - we’ll smoke here in the darkness for now
Then I will pass on the papule there hello there
After all, this fool did not tell me to rush

It’s too late to melt when near the Kremlin
Explosions Air-Earth, will just shoot
Sports or Bruise, FSh.I Age Family
This is the duty of Russians - shut up, pig
We need to move forward
In search of happiness - neither photo nor nuclear
In a pair of words, this is a faithful plot
In nuclear August, snow attacked

We are hostages of papers, and Tick time
On the screens is a witcher or Webcam, right?
Game for lowering the degree:
In it we are all in strollers in the world without ramps
Yes, we are children of fucking - Port
And the nutty was not noticed in the fault
There are millions of threads in the world of shadows, as in a spindle
So poisonous minutes in the veil of days

One in the cell, it is locked stupidly for the ardor
This is my demon inside home the path has forgotten the way
Everyone needs a couple in a pasture
So we walk from bar to cemetery
Red fabric - trim a glass
The siege is in full swing, where is it required?
We do not give a damn about your part -time buffet
Each new day is my showshensk

Start with pathos
End in the bottom
Instead of nuclear August
Rugs under the window

A very contemptuous pause
It was, a self -named
From deafening groans
Wraps Gorky Faust Or