Текст песни Барбитурный - буду током

And here I write here do not really know,
But I do cut as the tip of the banner over the dash.
I'll be rich, but fucking same again owl learned
Who is with us - that with us, or rather, with me.

Noah built the Ark,
And I build the entire text of a rhyme times.
But there is a & quot; but & quot; - Is rarely fit or fit,
But just as there is your soul like.

To bind together the thought gives me free,
I remember the water that has deprived of common sense.
Thoughts ran forward,
I could not find a balance rocker, has not reached the stern.

But not sickly so dripped from his nose,
For myself, I complicate matters.
And by the way, on the desktop
I do not scattered.

Wash Me crosses, wash all himself,
He turned and looked to the heavens.
While you Bong raged, I wrote the lyrics,
Zapisaaaaal.