Текст песни MOYAK - Босяцкая туса

There are only dead faces here

Someone calls the police

Bitch is a killer chick

This must not happen again



I want to get fucked

Coca in my rocks glass, foam up

That you are not like that, I can’t believe it

She'll scream like she's playing tennis



Ooh, your ass is a carnival

Bitch queen, I crowned you

Where are you? After all, no one let you go

You ran to me like Cinderella to the ball



The tramp party moves, the whore dances and the garbage

There are dyke friends nearby, scourge, take your hands off

I pour tears, scandals and dramas into glasses

I'll whisper to her brutally, scourge, show me your secrets



I'm jumping into this club

Without touching I touch you

I feel at home, everyone knows me here

There is no pawn shop, but I buy everything



You want to talk, but you have nothing to say

Bitch, take off your clothes and let's dance

I'll light you up, you'll burn out in the morning

Then I'll pick you up and throw you on the bed



I'll throw it on the bed

I'll throw it on the bed

I'll throw it on the bed

I'll throw it on the bed

I'll throw it on the bed

I'll throw it on the bed

I'll throw it on the bed



The tramp party moves, the whore dances and the garbage

There are dyke friends nearby, scourge, take your hands off

I pour tears, scandals and dramas into glasses

I'll whisper to her brutally, scourge, show me your secrets