Околодвиж - Хуевый Поэт - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I'm a crap poet, Hello, Mom, I'm in a drunken stupor today, measure seven times, cut once, and remember the glorious city of Rezh, I remember the right side and I walked along it leisurely, I stomped along on foot, I remember that intercom code, the phone is awesome, nothing special, how can I not be left a jerk in her eyes? I'll also remain behind the fence of Russia, come on, don't crowd, better wake up and cross yourself, why did you open your eyes again this morning? Yesterday you gargled with bitter rum, the bitter truth, grinning, two thieves stole a healthy spirit, take off your rose-colored glasses and put them on the table, but more seriously, without unnecessary fuss, stab the comrade on the left, and he will hate you, I see courtyards in gray tones, fuck, I'm used to seeing one picture, mired in mud, I had a nightmare, again a couple of sluts called the cops ah, a harsh day, rainy, and I'm full and that's the main thing, every morning I thank God that I'm not in a cell but in a cozy home, because they read rap and don't sing.