Текст песни NE.KURILI - долбит колонка

Salam, all banks along the Volga
We are at home, years are not young
And still there is no sense.
While the smoke from the bong, the bomb hollows out the column.

Verse:

This look did not become so fashionable.
Sunset, comma
For dad’s paw, this limer doesn’t push,
In order to press on the memory so that the smoke in the background,

To the so-called sound eyebrow of these stories.
We are so attracted by greed on mani.
Roll the dirty trick on the clave fucking timer
Stone shoved by law.

How are you there on capital
For dad’s face whatsap, the banks of whatsap forever, Volga memory.
We did not see the light while you stared at the screens with your eyes.
We should put on a beat, how do you put a life of conquest,

The floors mode does not forget life tells us aground or zeros
Loaf of love we showers snotty young we.

Chorus:

Salam, all banks along the Volga
We are at home, years are not young
And still there is no sense.
While the smoke from the bong, the bomb hollows out the column.

Verse:

Everything can break in an instant like a crystal vase.
Stretch out long so you don't crap
A saturated ocean will test your carapace for strength
Do not swim deep if you swim without a maze.

Before you sprout, hear, not a seed, it stretches with all its might
From what has and not verb faith leaning against a barrier
At high altitude, you lose the tower instantly.
Someone will be at the end, and someone will be the first

Be calm the accomplice take care of your nerves.
In the ass, it’s time to change the diet
We don’t choose the way of profit, hey, solid random.
Forget the long list, life and work,

Do not trample against the waves, even if you are a walker.
Having finished the goby, he threw it in fashion,
There is something that I am ready to carry with me right to the grave.

Chorus:

Salam, all banks along the Volga
We are at home, years are not young
And still there is no sense.
While the smoke from the bong, the bomb hollows out the column.

Verse:

We cherished at times, cherish the tides
Flock over the years life wider brother, wider wagon
Save the wind flows get oun motor
My town will not nonsense give skills like Dumbledore

Take care of the shroud, swaddling my tone under the yards,
Where have I been spoiling life for years, under the yard Bitlo
My catacomb city is coma here.
It’s unlikely that my spirit will die here,

We are at home on all the banks of the Volga by sound we try by ear.
Stop lights, stop on the world, sometimes on the empty guys
We are not the ones, so don’t drive propaganda on blank sheets
You are happy sir, here we are upsetting attacks, hide and seek, wait for prosperity,

But the club, do not wait for the landing, we are in the tank I, stick the manat.
Timer aground, aground ages invented under open spaces.
Not by laws, experience will not replace give the crab and we will raise.
We do not late rot our wave, we are not too late to drown in thoughts
When asked whether they got up late on the poster, we answer everyone's hands in the air.

Smoothly moving where the raid smokes
While mom was sleeping, I remembered dad
Fell, a sleeve fell to the ground, and my brother’s body fell next to me
Braver guys.

This ballad is about how truth kills
Uncontrollable uprooting our rule,
Without a choice, we all play someone else's game
Where the surgeon plays organs for laurel,

Where a judge with sins is greater than ours
He will announce the deadline and say it is the law.
Under the umbrella, whoever writes it will break
But he can escape from the investigation under this groan.

Thrown with stab wounds in a cold ravine
We are your enemies, those who stole vodka in a tavern
I will raise this stack while standing
For a fair life.
So you die

Chorus:

Salam, all banks along the Volga
We are at home, years are not young
And still there is no sense.
While the smoke from the bong, the bomb hollows out the column.