Текст песни Соустабаска - Пешки не ходят назад

Victims of sitcoms and colas are on the phone.
I am like a psychologist, I study their world, get into their heads.
Stick your mouth up, insect. Nobody needs you like your diploma.
The option to light up with fucking is the desired way out, but not the way out of the coma.

There is no bypass route.
The apartments are empty, the elite are in the studios.
Buy a gyro scooter and choose a chair.
I gave out potion for fucking techies.
This harmless rap of yours does not warm your pockets, like that fucker from Lenin's party.

Someone knocks down trees, someone threw garbage, they say he is here nambar van.
I play chess online in wai fay.
Headache, what for the money.
Sound is material.
Khrushchev is a prison.
In the hip-hap stoves.

Side bangs, fucking comb, you're the best rapper.
We are somewhere on the list with a mighty dick moving our cunt.
Give free rein to these pawns, they will reach the edge.
Do not go back stupidly, I understand.
They drove into the corner - on horses.

I smoke on the balcony.
Garbage on the run will not reveal all the secrets.
Salute to the chess player.
Soustabasca, remember