I fucked the map of Peter in my mouth, I know this whole city better than Peter the Great,
But on a difficult day, the home yard will become a labyrinth, and how to solve all the ciphers, find all the riddles of Riddler,
Yo, I can drive on the list, in the kitchen, where passion and kipish are sofa analytics,
The squads of speakers who sorted out alcohol decide whose paws of the tiger are squeezing the scepter,
I’m here again, I’m drunk to zero, I’m angry, no, I’m back in the trash, I’m fighting with someone, so that you’re dead,
close the doors behind me brother
Another stuffy entry with a crowd of morons, a crowd of shmar, the subway, Nikita, still closed,
the night bus is my evil plan
And again and again this bus takes me to a new day, a road of alcohol,
A road of alcohol and strangers, only dark windows around
Salon of the bus, even if I am here among the uninvited guests, and if stars fall,
I’ll only make a guess so that I’m sober as soon as possible, because I remember that ...
