proЭкт Ы - Тюрика дочка
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Dm a# a dm
I am struggling for the idea for the mental system
Let her not be next to me
Thought hung in an idiotic head
comrades together go to the king

Tyurik's daughter, Tyurik's daughter.
Tyurik's daughter
On a white sheet only a point

hostility syndrome
I am lying on the couch that went into expense
And the stars fly and the smell of another
as if not me, not mine or that

I will confuse the name
After all, the money ended waiting until the morning
the last second is leaving for the detachment
I seem to have nothing to do with me

left alone in four walls
How older you get friends
narrow the glare and faces everywhere
I will throw the wheels again on a light

Tyurik's daughter, Tyurik's daughter.
Tyurik's daughter
On a white sheet only a point