Почему коммутатор молчит - дом с глубокой глоткой - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I traded my body in the slaves market and in the rags of the skin you can live in every deal, losing a dozen heads in a straight tip, I changed the outlines of the rosy house with a deep throat help me not to go astray miserable sale to the wine, not even for the rotten body of gilding but palm With our teeth, only between us there is a flame in front of the buildings