Минус - Трек - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Sitting on a paddy, sticking in a rag, for some reason our life is not a seitious, but I don't care, I sit and think to me to shine. Sitting on a chair with a comrade in life and think about how time flies. Life shakes me like a white powder, and I Tay, Tyu like a transparent ice, we live while there is time, thinking about life, every second, thinks about how time flies