Летаю высоко

Dark day in the windows of rooms , light at night
Under the background done for gender jackboots trampling
The kitchen is the point bucket went to the balcony
Someone went to the balcony , not the horse zalapal
He iPhone , I cover ,
This garbage is not for him , he zalipon
Me tomorrow in a way , Morpheus Kuta let us
But it is a nightmare that the hall is empty.
Off, firmly tied knots , mirotochit
Donut smoke on the water shake a leg
Changed the background with the end- to smooth
Orlova sings , I do not know the words but kayfovo .
Dark day in the windows of rooms
Who did not choose a robot in Mortal Kombat
And he did not become old looks tired
And dissatisfied , his important place moth-eaten
Do not feel at home
Moreover, feel condom
Use and throw , then oblomno ,
What a thrill a minute not breathed in pursuit of loot
Shoot clouds on seals , let go of Dumka, that the world as a heavy Plumbum
Who the clubs , and we every great for flowerbeds
And not nimble nonsense well, except from Colombia .

( Chorus 2x)
And even then, fly high , Do not fall far
On the rider : earth, water and my house, and there cue
A packed halls in the cities , the semicolon

At night in the same room in light of the
Where even the executioners follow the broom
It is vital , do not pass by
Door where you can see the smoke and hear the crackling fireplace
That is not to fireplaces, we do not call this drug in this room
And in that interfere with byrlo tonics
There is no good teaching and lessons ask
And what would be better , someone worse was immediately
And we're all in the same place where sleep is dangerous
Where it is clear that the state authorities is dick
Where for years cheaper passport and money
Where sleepy genius on poverty cook hairdryer
Seek those who benefit from it, you will find problems
Udvoy iron on the shield and helmet dress
There are still those guarded carefully , believe me? no
These types of wheeled on your rod rods
Juli do, do not misunderstand me
System unwell she poisoned
We pray , but breaks on ha ha, I see a priest,
If there was a heaven , he would not get there
Dark day in the windows of rooms , night light
But no one looks there dumb
How could anyone not PEYRELEAU Slavs are strong
No it does not roll away , there was Russia.

( Chorus 2x)
And even then, fly high , Do not fall far
On the rider : earth, water and my house, and there cue
A packed halls in the cities , the semicolon