Around the world to tell sekretu-
As luck would have it again zapadlo ...
Tale, as I spent the summer,
But this summer I conducted.
Hands-whip suddenly dropped,
I had forgotten how to walk again,
As with you, we here?
How do I carry all this?
What to do with those long nights?
You fill your being?
That my life again prophesied?
As from the pharynx to spew crap?
Perish the summer, the sun goes out,
And she was right:
While I sang in someone's kitchen,
Below me yellowed foliage.
Hmary areas, buildings lights
And slaps area
Never seen such destroya-
They as well as in humans.
And I go, so bad,
Carotid arteries alleys,
On you I do not seem
I am more like a beast!
That work for peanuts,
His way back into the pussy,
Though not without realizing
That work for food.
This city we grind,
He prepares his millstone.
We were robbed and people marked,
In our Volga flows into the Neva!
I have not understood and enchanted.
My place is not in the comfort of apartments.
Substitute the hands I shackles
Looking for paradise - get in the toilet ...
I trampled in the dirt "Camelot" -
I lousy, so I'm not dead ...
I said, poems and notes -
They broke a fucking life.
You canary in the window -
In my pocket brass knuckles.
Do you have a car and money -
I do not have it all!
I'm looking for somewhere higher meaning,
Breaking forehead to Ebony.
I can not find it in this song.
So why I wrote it ?!
Because I'm back in the kitchen
Never sleeps at night.
Because, until I tore my throat,
Below me, ran streams ...