Текст песни Guf - Вчера была туса,было жестко...
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Clouds overhead, puddles underfoot, It’s even better - it could be worse. You have Gucci shoes and narrower trousers, And the dry forest torments me, and I need to sleep. Something to eat would also be great, From yesterday's dinner though a bun for decency. And these sushi on our floor, as usual, Was rotten. The floor is nothing personal. Another typical cold, sniffing, Yesterday they sniffed together - peace to all gums. It seemed freezing, but it turned out to be Morse code, It seems that people are adults, somehow not serious. Yesterday was a tusa - it was hard, The light was dim, the nipples were in The stripes are narrow, the screen was flat, The channel is not Russian, there are vidos on it. Today is sad, today is waste A home smithy and it’s somehow empty. Euroset has two garbage - they have questions And traces of someone's cross on my kedos. There are trolleybus wires are hanging, - "Excuse me, but where should I go?" - they will buzz in response: - "Look, there shine in the distance, Your favorite tram tracks - so ask them." I staggered to the tracks: - "Ways, where to go?" - "Hey, let’s think for yourself. You are the same. an adult boy already, Alyosha, You will crawl to the house here, even in the meat obsessed. "- Can you help all the same, I'm blind, And I don't see anything at night, I respect you, ways? - Hey, moisha, you're good already, You seem to be needed by those two near the Euroset. MiG29: Shalom, friend, well, you call, if something is suddenly there, the Underground is nearby, you just need to open the hatch. I leave the club, in a puff of smoke that was blown into me. It's dawn on the street, the sky is dick understand what color, A dull Uzbek sweeps newspapers, summer. Garbage in bulletproof vests, They have firearms, but I don't. Fuck gross, net, splash rod and it's cool Alexei was not difficult to start a cigarette Around the circle I move from the center to the southeast, I ignore the police whistle, a ring in my ears, an asthma inhaler in my pocket, Two lighters for safety. Not a finger twisted into a kalbasa And a passport that I have not just arrived in Moscow. I am not Passepartout, although I’m unlikely to grow up, I’m walking across the Lifortovsky bridge from there, where People also hawk the mana that I’m costing, In the fog, I’m picking my nose at my leisure. And this is not for the good of the boredom industry, which teaches us to be bitches in essence, take an interest and pass the info further, zagi bok and Guf in the studio. 2009, Moscow, Russia.Pharmaceuticals, homeopathyAccelerated, smoky go from a party Pharmaceuticals, homeopathyAccelerated, smoky go from a partyPharmaceuticals, homeopathyAccelerated, smoky go from a partyPharmaceuticals, homeopathyAccelerated, smoky go from a party
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