Текст песни перерывпятьминут - J R 2

we will meet you hear me I'm sorry
there where I was on the walls takes away the soft flooring
forget about my existence I have fed the cat
and if there were drugs
I would certainly have killed themselves under them
and fuck on the style I did not change my shirt
until it starts to smell a corpse
love is silly to argue
people in line at the ballot box
we throw garbage and debris remain as
The world is wider circle do
widely in their communal apartment number 124

if there were a drug people would have been
happy in other
received image next to those
whom wanker always drochat
but that's not the problem once the fail
and given short delivery and the boy still crying
Stand lastachkoy boy
and flew from here to hell

if there were drugs that
give you the illusion of near
although there is no vodka , and so
at night, smell your perfume
And you 're lying that you miss me
and the extent of their desperation priznaёsh
write incoherent texts Tumbler
and call it suffering
suffering is
hole in a person from a nuclear explosion
suffering is
two initial letters of the name you neiznakomogo
and life milks like a cow which has no udder
and I invented you traded
to mark the transition to the Roman

life exchanged for whiskey if
you're with me drink it