Текст песни Наганно - наркоманы люди тоже

Noggano under Napas pass for Palchikov
When Anton was still a little boy.
Enticing, gently led Tracking
As Anton suggests drug traffic.
Unfortunately Anton was fond,
At the cocktail of herbs and brands.
Notebooks are not deer Anton, did homework.
He loved to be in the trash in the classroom.
Heavy rock Anton loved for pressure,
I listened to hard rock under anapon,
Rave loved rap, too, listened to,
Anton-narkosha all pricked all ate,
Noggano slept like the devil planted
I cried at Simons International.
Mixed into other foods Egor
Mandrake root, Yegor frightened.
Fingers grew, but not growth,
Forty-two meter Anton growth.
Noggano took pity on this shket,
And I talked with him two Shtaket.
& Quot; Anton, are you not kept where you're going you? & Quot;
For the credibility of the knife to her throat.
Anton crybaby Noggano swore
That after the ninth grade in the eyeballs.
I recorded on the section (recorded on the section!)
Recorded on judo,
Little Rimbaud in a kimono.
First, all of Anton fought
But Anton quickly tired of that dumb role.
Poper Anton lyutuet on the mat.
Hip pain! Gold medals.
District Team for Anton career.
Anton grip steeper than the bull terrier.
A small but formidable. Terrible, but sincere.
Anton Palchikov number here first!
Starshaki Anton pulled the team.
On receiving lavender farm market.
Anton 18, all afraid of him,
The army did not even have otmazyvatsya
With such growth, Anton wrote off the reserve.
Noggano happy for Anton, but pass.
Trainers adidas torshen.
Every third at Loch near Anton something must.
Anton lived and understood,
What that something is wrong, and met Noggano.
Meanwhile Noggano of tough bully
It is a chronic drug addict.
Nutro Noggano took five cubes poppy
Two in pursuit Tramal. And if it was not enough,
And there were few, five cubes and konvalyuta Tramal.
Beer for gloss and progulochku,
On the main street with a calf pen.
In short Maili Anton Noggano,
Bought poppy straw as much as two glasses!
Bottle solvent brew flares.
The solution in the Bayan, the guys on the buzz.
And flooded unrealistic runs,
They took hostage the son of the district.
We called debris, made demands.
Millions of dollars sounded time.
Came the boom, musorenok in the basement,
* At E! As we soborovtsy tortured!
Try, try, try, try, try, try, try, try,
And tortured, I hung up, woke Anton home
He whipped with fists on the phone market.
In short, I put krasava 35 Musorskogo bodies
And goodbye arson department.
Out on the street and some hippies
Toll wins guitar, not in vain.
I looked at the burning department
Minor and took this sad sang cart:
It hurts the soul of the losses, I believe you, too, believe it!
One day, leave sadness predetsya spring, will leave in February!
And Tolia was then inserted!
That is how it picks up, you hear?
The floor pedal during a stop ...
A musarnya lit and Toll sings, as time goes