Человек упавший с луны текст песни
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Five o'clock in the morning - the east was already like a fire hydrant,
In the interweaving of the alleys the winds walked again,
The forecaster was rubbing up, that Lebanon is worse than a bucket, -
The forecast is not accurate as shooting from the hip.
We believe that in our finest hour, spitting over his shoulder,
Work properly, like Cobain shotgun,
What will help us and fortune, and cold calculation,
As if in the "internet" nor the slanderous juvenile crustacean.
The chances are small that life today will pass the trump jack,
He will lift you from his knees, then he will give you the respect of his colleagues,
Mounts chalets in the Maldives
If you didn’t overcome the shit yourself.
Cold city where thoughts drown.
I will moor overnight to these panel pontoons.
In the kingdom of stray cats, where gray shades in uniform,
From the porch dirty homeless, little thing in a cardboard box.
Cheese free in a mousetrap - profit only for the sucker.
You do not find the Grail in the slums, Sir Galahad.
Description one - either Habalka, or a goner ham.
Poverty level increased, as housing and utilities tariff.
The area is deserted and too sad.
Where used gold is the thing that excites the minds.
Wandered again among the blind, deaf and dumb,
Feeling like a man fallen from the moon.
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