Текст песни Каспийски Груз - Сосед Гера Джио

[Ves]
Spray can in the doorway & quot; Devil 666 & quot;
All right, now, apparently, pi ** ec.
A floor above the karate neighbor
Obviously flew off the coils.

In the middle of the night work out the blows
And in the morning I smell crumpled with a steamed pear.
And your wife for ** ala, hear, alle,
Shake my carpet on my windows.

I suddenly thought it would be cool
When she hangs clothes, bl *, under the glass to me.
Pull it all to x ** m with a c * koy down
Under the melancholic-depressive track & quot; Eaves & quot ;.

Not that I'm angry
Just sometimes burns, bl *, like a fire.
When from neighbors shouts and groans
I pull to raise the balcony.

I generally smoke this way, bl *, trying to quit,
But from these nerves and mood fall.
And on the balcony it's cold - snotty weather,
For suicidal, I would say that the flight.

Like Troshin, I'm not in a hurry,
I live restlessly, and forever jumps pulse.
Minus plus mood will only lift me
If someone spreads, bl *, a melon.

[Gross]
The neighbor is gone,
Who to borrow now if it is not enough?
Not attracted, although attracted,
He did not smile, always wagging alo **.

And life boils between floors:
Someone moves away, someone drives off.
Days with trash can and keys
Night out in pajamas.

Generally, usually neighbors - g * vn,
Someone's condo is always dripping on my window.
Someone’s children in the middle of the night can’t be quiet
Pianists - ** en, guitarists - etit.

Whose Pajero forever x ** knows how to park,
A wife often leads strangers to her.
I will come as if to a porch - here as here the district police officer,
Someone c * charms in half a turn, half a word.

In the elevator again, someone has spoiled, damn it,
Buttons burned for fun.
Bullies, and what is there to say?
Guitarists - etit, pianists - ** al.

Voices, shouts, swearing, slamming the door,
This presses - even gauge measuring.
Only one conclusion: no good neighbors
And for someone, I'm also a neighbor.

[Hera Gio]
And these from the fifth are crazy: they fry in the same way,
The whole padik sounds of the old, good bytovuhi.
Nine years in a row, an uncle of glory drill in the ear,
Uncle Yura is no longer there, and the grandchildren are squeezed by the hut.

Vodka neighbor sucks and shakes it all,
Still a bit more, a bit more and, damn, die.
Stupidity rudeness shines like bird droppings on the eaves
And those who are on top forever drowning those who are below.

They set up a gloomy wheelbarrow for half a yard,
Be careful, neighbors, because children play here.
Teens started running all the elevators and walls
And guys with fists think that they are stronger than the system.

But hoo ** there! Dozens have become something like a cult.
And the colors do not add to life, as in the TV with the remote.
Get on the roof and blow there. I write, man,
Food to the minds. And the head is full, though empty pocket.

Neighbors in huts sat down,
And in the courtyard with might and main is already green.
Look, now everything that spills on earth
And every life is killed, because life is monotonous.

Brazi, keep the crab purely neighborly,
The temper is Soviet, I will score now as Wayne Gretzky and I will undress.
Hold on to the brotherly brother once more,
I'm sure you realized, brother, what am I talking about here.
Taken from the site - RU.GL5
Chorus:
[Gross]
The wall between our lives,
Inaudible our thoughts.
In house arrest,
Together.

[Ves]
The wall between our lives,
Inaudible our thoughts.
In house arrest,
Together.

[Hera Gio]
The wall between our lives,
Inaudible our thoughts.
In house arrest,
Together.

[Gross + Ves + Hera Gio]
The wall between our lives,
Inaudible our thoughts.
In house arrest,
Together.