I remember the days when they were small. Mom paid for me
Dima drove into kindergartens. Now he happens in the department
In fact, aims - neither a chain nor a cross on the body
On the crown of the dates, even without blue
A nailed dignity is running
Only we can’t become the same, not to change our belts to us
Around - money. It would not be like that - I would not have been dealt with the solutions
Translate, change the time in the comedy of the provisions
To remain loved - the last value, the most important thing is for me in this world
My dear! Behind your backs I will fall, even if on a mile
We divide the walls. Cities of style, cities of the colors of Murena
Not fools were born to cut their own veins
Obroke your parents, but let your son burn! Like fire from windows
It’s easy on the commandant, but you see how much he put on a con?
We are children of the system. Completely without a goal. No eye on the face
Ropots go - we are children of robots. They don't appreciate us
From an early age, Dima treated him to be good
I love you all
P.S. But the day was fucking.
And I stand on the balcony and Nemea
Behind - years. Ahead - on the Neva I
What happened is the whole dream, and I believe in it
Childhood ... we sailed ashore
And I stand on the balcony and Nemea
Behind - years. Ahead - on the Neva I
What happened is the whole dream, and I believe in it
Childhood ... we sailed ashore
I didn't understand anything, I didn't run anywhere
But the world ruthlessly squeezed me a thousand pity
Each jackal promised to give me how Rimbao
But did not ripen behind the pace
In the house where they lived - brickwork and apple tree furniture
How did we lure the thief, tell me? After all, there is clearly no expensive there!
And did we have more than people from the city? Chicken laugh
I wish you so that you crush you with wrappers to death
I do not need much. You don’t need a lot, as well as those who are nearby
On behalf of the highest mind, we simply want you to drink poison yourself
Forgive me, your beloved people, for songs on the load
It carries me somewhere by winds. In the morning I am again on the plus
And, I don't know the city, where is your mercy?
I dragged on the squares, and I would have anchors
In your sea. I smoke in your body
I put songs on Bitlo. What was boiling
And I stand on the balcony and Nemea.
Behind - years. Ahead - on the Neva I
What happened is the whole dream, and I believe in it
Childhood ... we sailed ashore
And I stand on the balcony and Nemea
Behind - years. Ahead - on the Neva I
What happened is the whole dream, and I believe in it
Childhood ... we sailed ashore
