Текст песни the Chemodan - Деньги правят миром

the Chemodan - money rules the world

Someone wiping their ass will wash the bill into the sarter
If money rules the worlds, then what rules the world
Not sir and not sire
Not sad and not happy, but let not an idol
But I'm not a fucking fan, as the acrobat jumped off the car on the road
Looked into the stall took a day's dose of nicotine
Like a brute, everything is like a fucking movie
Was about to drop home BUT
Stumbled, fell on the roadway of powerlessness,
Looking up, I see a blue-blue bumper
With a blow I paint its corner red
Snow fell and summer ended too early
Two minutes later, somewhere, opening his eyes with force
Very nice to see the fat snout of the carrier
I see a fat stack of lave in his hand
Strokes on the head, shoves me
My pocket is empty, there is moisture in my pocket
Saint Petersburg blue paper
Ae ae ae ae
Give me a red piece of paper with the words "Moscow"
Sometimes I carry lave, sometimes I carry nonsense
Arkhangelsk light violet light
One and three zeros will do me good
This is Yaroslavl turquoise paper
It's really cool when you know that money rules GOST-narco control
And my door is flogged, I go to the guy
I'll take a floor or a gram I need to kill it
Old ducks sit chatting on a fool's bench
Why are you grannies in nature?
But not so easy along the way, not as easy as us
Apparently they do not have enough pension per gram
In the morning that money will not be, along the way they played beautifully
Their absence makes you go to the stall through force
You can not make money for happiness
And every day I go out to the road again
My pocket is empty, there is moisture in my pocket
Saint Petersburg blue paper
Ae ae ae ae
Give me a red piece of paper with the words "Moscow"
Sometimes I carry lave, sometimes I carry nonsense
Arkhangelsk light violet light
One and three zeros will do me good
This is Yaroslavl turquoise paper
My pocket is empty, there is moisture in my pocket
Saint Petersburg blue paper
Ae ae ae ae
Give me a red piece of paper with the words "Moscow"
Sometimes I carry lave, sometimes I carry nonsense
Arkhangelsk light violet light
One and three zeros will do me good
This is Yaroslavl turquoise paper