Zmelkoow
C'iko, Pajo And Pako
Club of People With Serious Problems
What happens to you in the morning when there's a crisis, the car doesn't start and you're always a fish during your vacation
you constantly live in an identity crisis, you don't know how to tear open a perforated napkin
when despair regularly jumps in front of your eyes, death smells you and you feel better there is no future on the road, I'd like to be a beast, but you're only a little
s'c'ene
Come and see our new club, only difficult patients thrown into the pile
of every cat and at least one problem, everyone will swear that his is real
choruses
Problems are problems, and the dick is looking at them
problems are problems, and the kid is looking at them, of course
problems are problems, and the kid is looking at them
problems are problems, boy but not
every so often and one of them dies every so often
Why do babies laugh in your face when you laugh, your voice always cracks
stay sober after the 20th beer you look at the stones and think they are
on a good opportunity you quickly fade away when she passes by you chase after her and you
catch her
c they panic, it becomes boring what others have is always the best
come to see our new club alone difficult patients thrown into a pile
everyone has at least one problem, everyone will swear that his is real choruses
Problems are the problems of the boy and the dick looks at them
problems are the problems of the boy and the kid looks at them either
problems are the problems of the boy and the kid looks at them of course
problems are the problems of the boy or not
every tolk is also eaten by some kind of zaba.

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