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The story is about a dead man who lives in the Crimea under water and from time to time kills vacationers in order to dilute his fresh life in the sea.

[Lyrics “Amphibian”]

[Verse: Shiloh]
And the sunset was al – was al as kolenochki
have a long time to suck dick girls
Sunset flamed as in a fire red
damn-the sunsets are always something like
And when there is direct fucked up beautifully
Then I come, and it becomes whiny.
I love contrast and work in contrast
. – And I was like: “Well, hello”
Well, hello-muzzles, huyevichki holiday girls
Such is, fucking, unpredictable entryway
Fuck, how many emotions on your faces
Like a feather in the ass of a tropical bird
Are your fears reasonable? Oh yeah, are they reasonable
Are my designs insane? Well, yeah, crazy
Is there such a fuck? Alas, it happens
Why is this with you? And the dick knows this
And there will be minced meat, and there will be meat, and there will be a sunset
Do not look for the guilty – there is no one to blame The
music will cease, the silk will break with a squeal
Pearls on marble there will be a
clink-clink-clink-clink; , sleeve, floor, rebound
tsok-clop – and the fountain of necks ebashit ceiling
tsok-clop – all drinks have become, like tomato juice
tsok-clop-clop – crawl, crawl, crawl diagonally
no, this superzakrytaya party has not worked
Darkness lies on Livadia, like an ointment on a wound
Dohuischa flashlights, and then bodies in bags
Young cops will dream of intestines brightly
And I will go to the sea, I will undress, and I will swim
Into that underwater kingdom in which I live
Yes, I’m a thug amphibious I amphibian and bandit
I killed in the 93-m below summer hit
Oh, parnyagi of Feodosiya killing me to huyam
the battery’s feet, and on top of a cliff straight
I am their smart prokinul alcohol-trailer «Royal»
Well, and the guys took the life and from the pocket
they took the scum, but they did not take it; They took
me away, but not quite Mermaids pumped me out and other sea crap
When I woke up, I got loaded, and after settling down, I got used to
Life here is soft and smooth, but there is not enough intrigue
They are like all hippies here: fuck, sing and stick out
And basically I like their positive mood
But sometimes, damn it, anger will roll from the depths of the womb
And then I float up like an angry dolphin I float
up and walk gloomily, and I do clink-clack
I correct my nerves so that the psyche is ok
I hand over death to the resting directly and without hiding
Since I am already dead and there is still a drop of scum
No, not everything that is dead dies – for example, here I
live underwater, I hammer mermaids, I smoke an eel
No, not everything is dead motionless – for example, I
‘m toned and I’m fucking beautiful, I-I-I’m like dawn

The story is about a dead man who lives in the Crimea under water and from time to time kills vacationers in order to dilute his fresh life in the sea.

[Lyrics “Amphibian”]

[Verse: Shiloh]
And the sunset was al – was al as kolenochki
have a long time to suck dick girls
Sunset flamed as in a fire red
damn-the sunsets are always something like
And when there is direct fucked up beautifully
Then I come, and it becomes whiny.
I love contrast and work in contrast
. – And I was like: “Well, hello”
Well, hello-muzzles, huyevichki holiday girls
Such is, fucking, unpredictable entryway
Fuck, how many emotions on your faces
Like a feather in the ass of a tropical bird
Are your fears reasonable? Oh yeah, are they reasonable
Are my designs insane? Well, yeah, crazy
Is there such a fuck? Alas, it happens
Why is this with you? And the dick knows this
And there will be minced meat, and there will be meat, and there will be a sunset
Do not look for the guilty – there is no one to blame The
music will cease, the silk will break with a squeal
Pearls on marble there will be a
clink-clink-clink-clink; , sleeve, floor, rebound
tsok-clop – and the fountain of necks ebashit ceiling
tsok-clop – all drinks have become, like tomato juice
tsok-clop-clop – crawl, crawl, crawl diagonally
no, this superzakrytaya party has not worked
Darkness lies on Livadia, like an ointment on a wound
Dohuischa flashlights, and then bodies in bags
Young cops will dream of intestines brightly
And I will go to the sea, I will undress, and I will swim
Into that underwater kingdom in which I live
Yes, I’m a thug amphibious I amphibian and bandit
I killed in the 93-m below summer hit
Oh, parnyagi of Feodosiya killing me to huyam
the battery’s feet, and on top of a cliff straight
I am their smart prokinul alcohol-trailer «Royal»
Well, and the guys took the life and from the pocket
they took the scum, but they did not take it; They took
me away, but not quite Mermaids pumped me out and other sea crap
When I woke up, I got loaded, and after settling down, I got used to
Life here is soft and smooth, but there is not enough intrigue
They are like all hippies here: fuck, sing and stick out
And basically I like their positive mood
But sometimes, damn it, anger will roll from the depths of the womb
And then I float up like an angry dolphin I float
up and walk gloomily, and I do clink-clack
I correct my nerves so that the psyche is ok
I hand over death to the resting directly and without hiding
Since I am already dead and there is still a drop of scum
No, not everything that is dead dies – for example, here I
live underwater, I hammer mermaids, I smoke an eel
No, not everything is dead motionless – for example, I
‘m toned and I’m fucking beautiful, I-I-I’m like dawn