Текст песни CheeBa - Обо всём

Ate drops beating audibly on the window frame
I feel the pulse to the rhythm with my hands
It seems to be knocking, looking for a phone in my pocket
But only beeps and no tap water.
How quiet and cool outside the window
Che's drawn into the soap, but in general, okay.
In short, it will soon come to night, when such a time of day
It is worth protecting the liver, kidneys and stomach
After all, you don't want your mother to wear flowers
When driving in a frenzy and rushed over the bumps.
However, if you want, everything is in your will
But, bitch, don't hurt your mom.

Okay, it's time to leave this topic
And then they will show me a patent for a healthy lifestyle or again in the system.
For example, you can talk about love, of course.
But this shit is full, and I wrote about it before.
I still trace the meaning between the lines
And you keep walking around one thought
Adjusting the hackneyed skills for the hundredth time
Dreaming of contracts, labels and releases.
Your mother, what a bazaar rushed out of me
I don’t recognize myself, where the fuck is I here?
Who are you, what the fuck is the world around me?
Ah, this is my favorite city, yes, my hole.

Here it is constantly changing from cold to heat
But nothing, we are used to it, the dear lads are here
Here every meter is familiar to me
But unfortunately this city has become a lock on my neck.
Kind of a hangout, but who doesn't happen to, really
The center of the ARC is like a gateway or a front door.
Yes, you are not happy with us, extreme in life
Singing to myself param-pa-param-pam
And we are the lost heads, the heart is sewn up with a wire
We suffer from either gluttony or hunger.
I haven't written for a long time, I see the ink in my brain is over
And now I cannot find at least one reason for this.

I have healed something wild now
Looks like I need to sleep, wake up in an hour
Better leave me dozing forever
I am paranoid eaten and fed with courage.
In general, I am slowly moving off the topic.
Yes, I'm a good actor and I don't have any awards
You smile with a dog's grin - an evil genius
I read for myself, not for the Grammys.
How I read depends on the text,
Depends on the season or location
Depends on the move, or local self
Yes, many lies, but sometimes honest
Also from kindness or from revenge,
Either I am alone, or we read together.
But in every word of every song
I say it as it is, yes.

It's good when the text is peppery
Sometimes you write a line, and the result is bland.
The outcome of events is not interesting at all
I put a bold cross on one more text.
How many words have already been said about flattery
About valor, lies, venality and honor.
Do not count them and we do not need
The main thing is that their braces do not press on the shoulders.
We erect a monument to our own executioners
While some of them shout against you
The second part is quietly silent aside.
The third is generally hiding with a growl under the floor.

I slept in the fall and with the summer and winter
And moving away in the spring I looked at this group.
A mixture of BDSM and regular sado-maze
Can be described from one word with a phrase. (Fuck)
Hour after hour I collect puzzles from days
They are all different, but generally monotonous.
And then there's another infection, fucking scum
She infected me with moral leprosy without orders.

I have been writing this text for almost two years.
In the president's office and even at a synod meeting.
Well, yes, okay, even if it was written in two days
And not in a mansion, but just at home.
(Haha), okay, have a laugh and that's enough
I said about everything, about something else and does not roll.
I said that at night, that during the day
It's time to end, that's all.