Текст песни Guf and Basta - Только сегодня

Basta:
I rubbed into the gums freeze for the cheekbones,
I sit in the studio chair like an electric chair.
Fifth day and I do not sleep in this is a plus
I'm in a hurry to finish the last blues.
In the boom from the white road - the city of Lenin
I'll be there nine, gray, meet me.
Therapy for the tenth separation wall
Salute propane generation Patrick Herman.
Looking for reasons inside, into the very depths
Truth breaks from chapped lips.
Twenty-eight of the White Nights in an attempt to feel out loud
I wonder how Gough on the left coast?
Underwater currents erode the soil
Heart torn out blows to the chest.
I accept as a novelty ssaninu to sleep.
And back to the cold spring, extract the essence.
Come to the meeting itself, as in the last judgment,
Losing his mind for a few seconds.
Bob, come to bear this nonsense,
Look, you need to take the risk, later only the barrel to his temple.
Hundreds of offenses as the compulsive itch
Look, this is crazy forms a vicious circle.
You know the one, you're not as cool
How do you pride dictates and those of you waiting for something.
The discovery opens a notebook
And I could not sleep a wink until morning.
Pain scratched wall chambers, brother
Hare divide themselves in half,
Remember, there is no hope for Pontus talent
Death dripping pit sparing no shovels.
How much do you still need to snatch what shit? This is not a game,
The final one: the cemetery, a hospital, a prison.
Two thousand and three, still alive Diman
Before the eyes of the Colombian The past winter.
Twenty-eight days, and I step
In this new world, the new world.
Go quietly among the hustle and bustle
Past the houses on the bridge
Do not plant, chill 'brother,
Score some air and let go
Go quietly among the hustle and bustle
Past the houses on the bridge
Do not plant, chill 'brother,
Score some air and let go
Guf:
Mom, I'm scared that I did this?
Why is it breaks a tower? I'm somewhere near Rostov.
I do not know how to live differently and do not want
Give me more time to think, if only slightly.
Well, a couple of years, I'm not ready yet
That was my advice - do less tobacco
But the campaign differently in any way, and let me not understand the public
I understand the Moskva River.
Once and for all, just go and cut
I wonder what it is, this rigid sobriety?
I, frankly, imagine yourself bad
How is it to live, no eating.
I'm so used to change the consciousness of the time,
How can I manage without a plan?
What is this morning, without fat Kosyachkov
And what a night without cup viskarya?
I'd have slowed down if I could,
But no one taught me to say the word "stop."
Where the gas pedal myself and I realized immediately,
And that's where the brakes nobody showed.
Secret base on the left bank of the Don
Eyes open for another two hours to climb.
Then again a bunch of strange occupations
Charging the analysis of feelings, make plans for the day.
Maybe not enough for a month, they say,
I still like to hang out here, but it is not an option.
There are people waiting - Tyumen, Kurgan
Do not lie down, they will say: Guf addict again killed, fuck it.
A Th I expect? You are to blame
What for it was about to read it five years in a row.
Okay, look, one I still understood
Home stay sober today only.
Go quietly among the hustle and bustle
Past the houses on the bridge
Do not plant, chill 'brother,
Score some air and let go
Go quietly among the hustle and bustle
Past the houses on the bridge
Do not plant, chill 'brother,
Score some air and let go
Go quietly among the hustle and bustle
Past the houses on the bridge
Do not plant, chill 'brother,
Score some air and let go
Go quietly among the hustle and bustle
Past the houses on the bridge
Do not plant, chill 'brother,
Score some air and let go
on 11.10.2011