Текст песни Найдич - Через размытое лобовое

I stood on Teana Sanina in the back, stuck dead behind a passing Hummer,

the settled gram of a competent staff made itself felt, reminded that it was necessary to have breakfast

"Beef ala rus" in Mac-auto is an unscheduled hawk in fact,
someone is not ice, someone is pleased,
for me wildly rolls in after a night billiards, after skating rinks and bluffs,

The most sickly thing to the music of Bach is to think about the pleasant, to be sad and bang, to fall into the leather salon of Escalite or Tahoe, to gasp quietly to myself, to evaluate the alignments: life is like sugar - melts -

- do not have time to feel the taste, shake it on your mustache, from my lips, brother, I am not in a hurry, I try to be more often on a quiet one, I'd rather stick to the Kowin brothers

"There is no place for old men here" - who knows, he will understand, good cinema as the first grade is terrible, but brilliant - always counts, it will be credited as an honor if you remember and look, bro ...

My Niggas are like in "Liberty", and this is their choice, active rest or quiet dreams since the time when freedom became the leit motive of the main line, the plot of a life picture, on the canvas of fate, filed down

Mineral liter, for a weekend in St. Petersburg, at the exit from the peregrine falcon, a pidr dug out, on the exhale flew a wish for happiness in life, I do not mind, the main thing is shit ...

Old women at the station were selling honeysuckle, we burned through youth, and so the week stood out .. Back with a breeze, it blows so light, brother, just do it and everything will be))

The brown hair of that person beckons me into a trap without special pity, I am especially impressed by her charisma .. Girl, please, come on without sadism ..

Indifferent, inexplicable, ambiguous, but forgive me ...
So puzzling how you use a baseball bat on my brains, my soul is wasted ..

OK good luck..
At Vali's dacha,
Found out about bracho,
Tired of working hard
Fell early
Let's go up for lunch
We'll fall into a tachu,
Why, definitely ...

By quality...
It sometimes cleans us Clean ...
I clean the city "M" overboard - it's like a volume of an unread book, we'll have time later ...

There are three of us, the mood is calm, no one whines, the tincture in the districts will give you a drink,
We will soon find out who is worth what ...
...

... 7 hills through a blurred frontal ...