Текст песни А 19.10 11.00 УННВ - Жалистная

I hope we didn’t interfere.
We're sorry if wasps sting often
buzzing in my head
and the noodles on the ears do not cause confidence.
You smoke spice forget about ja ...
Ganja is respected here.

Only appetite threatens
Only positive as much as you can carry.
Don't miss the moment. Out of stupidity or laziness.
in Combating migraines. By committing crimes.

Whatever genius you are.
Saving time by making money
You spent everything in a day.
Now. In search of new ideas.

You and your shadow do not expect pity.
Plays on repeat. Pitying snotty.
The text was written to me for a can of beer. Drunkard!
Don't cough, think about sales with your tower.

It's important! And here we go ... into a rage.
Often even. Fed up with this porridge.
They've been crazy since childhood.
Stay out of everything.
Especially who bans.
Destroying the staff is the main task.

Not otherwise, which means more swing.
More more, more, more, more swing.
Don't press on pity. Catch your luck.
That our life is a dog.

*
Someday this overhead slab will collapse.
People got shit, but they keep pushing.
And a puddle was not formed under my feet from tears.
After all, if you suffer for a long time, you can finally be exhausted.

I'm sorry! And this music is full of sadness.
As a result, those who shouted the loudest were silent.
You fucked up the treasure, found it and immediately buried it ...
I'm only angry because you fucks got angrier.

Didn't expect anything superfluous.
How is it to live in a mansion with the soul of a beggar,
The cheapest movie, nothing epic.
They know a lot of indecent things about your girlfriend.

Everything is secondary, like dandruff from one shoulder.
Usually the bitch's uterus is cut with bitterness.
They feel sorry for the sacrifice, even if they want to trample themselves.
But no one ever regrets the executioner.

This is urine, drink it to the bottom.
The heads were half made of logs.
I will look into your face and that will be enough.
Want shit in Cuba or in the club you shit.

Read to yourself, so that your lips do not move.
Loud words were washed away like sewage into pipes.
Jackets were worn out, fur coats shed here.
The leaves have turned yellow and with them your teeth.

*
People are afraid to fall in love.
Like doves huddle, where there is little peace for us.
We disappear in boxes.
We leave everything for tomorrow
Run across the sky in slippers.

Not dissolving into the stream of evil streets.
Stay true to yourself.
Do not get lost at the bottom of these days
Apparently life knows better.

How to pat us better.
It seems to be together for a moment.
And the house of empty pictures right there
The soul is like a puddle. Loop tighter

With a smile from ear to ear with sewn eyes.
You see this life.
She mocks us.
We wander through the courtyards of the entrances killed.
Drenched in years.

I am a Samoyed and I need to decorate my soul with flowers,
But he watered them with the wrong one.
They wilted and became bushes.
Now it is so difficult for them to break through to the light.
Let the faith remain. Although you can see everything is dull.

Each letter is sewn into hearts.
Each line is saturated with soul.
From the very bottom of the mud, fetid sprinkled from the full.
Enough, the silence does not choke in the mouth.

Apparently no one cares.
And feelings only roll into the abyss.
The eyes are so tight.
Check which test I'm from.

My own life, I did not lose heart.
So keep you close.
Longing and sadness about losses.
Well, give me the strength to survive everything here.