What to do when there is nothing to do? Come up with an enemy and stick a sword in his body
When everything got boring and even every little thing seems banal, I want to do something
To plump, to smoke, to confuse the girl, take a loan under a passport and not return
Draw a picture, read a book, board a plane and fly to Riga
Why to Riga? Yes, in rhyme, while shaking the whitefish to the rhythm
I scroll through the option and here it is! Why not get a job?
Get up at seven, get out at seven thirty, then return at nineteen twenty
Hailing, watching telly, sitting on the Internet and going to bed at twenty forty five
And when they say to me: "Good afternoon, Victor, how are you?" I'll look down for a moment so
And then I’ll hardly squeeze out four words: “And you know, things are normal!”
That's just something pall, I wanted so much and got sick
I think to leave and start from scratch, suddenly sadness will remove the seal from me
That's just something pall, I wanted so much and got sick
I think to leave and start from scratch, suddenly sadness will remove the seal from me
Be born, study, work, be yourself, follow the fashion and enjoy freedom, but, alas, only on Saturdays
For a common cause, raise your palm up, people moths all fly to the fire
Everyone dreams of making a fairy tale come true, but how to fly without singeing wings?
Che do, when there is nothing to do, sit down to watch, there is a tin of Th on TV
Sit, think that everything is lost, well, or something there is what I wanted
What to do? When is there something to do? Live with my wife by the sea, and so she sang in the evening
To learn something new, doing their job, to have trust and faith, to know happiness
Indeed, in this world of ice, the scheme is so simple: idea, action, result
An idea, an action, a result, and what’s wrong here can grow up?
Develop, learn, work, hammer x * th, breathe freedom
Be yourself and enjoy yourself yes, from Sunday to Saturday
Develop, learn, work, hammer x * th, breathe freedom
Be yourself and enjoy yourself yes responsibly but carefree
When eyes are covered and excitement goes out, moreover, by any left market
When their fierce mazar is not rushing and that Casar is sorry, and there is nothing to say on this topic
The state of apathy, the mood for vata, fucking party, fucking Katie, fucking Sveta, fucking all to me
Give light, otherwise this dark world is this.
- Do you need light?
-Oh, really, oh thanks! Do you want something?
-I want rap.
-Rap? Okay, I’m not falling into it.
Beatle, thoughts and rhyme shots, karma, Darwin, here the roofing felts will make a high
He started the business, rap white, the one to the light and the answers, those that are not there
