Some ride cotton, they say there is no way back
At the Krivoy station, again substituted his brother
And this is not to the cashier, salt will heal the wounds
After all, the boys did not know that they were solely destroyed
Evening, again a walk with a girl in the park
She did not know that the guy was her banchchchchita shmalia
Information leakage, the system failed
And the huckster was caught, in the head with a pipe
Not funny Happy end
until the end is not quite a thoughtful plot
Ae, here everyone wants more, while not working
Ready for everything to make pockets thicker, great
Who is crime and under the article not in the bastard
Who makes it beautifully, then smoothly through life
Everywhere stands, sixes, fagots, jackals
That in any weather, you will be handed over for grandmas
Chorus: 2x
Our world of one layer brother
Nowadays, even friendship costs grandmas, though
Here they will exchange roots, for a bag of shmali
Here every third shouts "Yes, you do not rummage your uncle"
Verse 2
Someone was taken by the system, someone took time
I saturate quietly, not between the buildings
Breaks the street, breaks and weak
Another challenge of patrolmen, on broken bonds
City of smoke, City of heat
Plants are smoking, problems from the fact that there is little our
We broke firewood, over the years that we lived here
Thank God is alive, and mine is on board here
I hope that in the new year our circle will not become less
We’ll do without loss
After all, whoever sho drizzle, I do not look back as before
I will not hang fagots, especially suffers
After all, those who merged, for the sake of benefit
You will howl a wolf bitch drowning on the ship
You do not have the word "to the end", you so, "one, two three"
Ran away from the ship, I would have drowned you
