ssklonen - Голод - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I remember a lot of stupid things, such an outcome is not available.

Sharply, sharply, sharply, he lowered himself and set out to perform feats.

Spending for pleasure is a nightmare if there is no money for those who do not use it.

Recitative section, I’m a child who grew up on Studio traffic.

I won’t be alive today if my hearing is forcibly taken away.

The thread was a success, if there is no guy under the window with toner on his windshield.

Nasties will stick instantly as soon as you touch them.

No motivation to earn money.No.They just fly away at cosmic speed,

She peels off her skin just to sit back a little more comfortably.

Such a fucking sacrifice... Bargaining for gas when the car costs ten thousand dollars,

He fainted and woke up with three children and a mortgage on an apartment in Lefortovo...

You still have to try to arrange a way to ruin your life with drugs.

Labor has worn down the peasants' palms too much.

As a result, the smartest person is only the director of the wine vodka factory.

A very successful person, because he listened to the Schism at the last desk.

Underfoot Moscow.

The flush came on the river, bet a lot and accidentally dismounted.

I am that integral part of the country of fools.

My vastness is wrapped in a blue veil,

To get through the thorns

But where is not yet entirely clear.

Move carefully so as not to fall and lie where you are not welcome,

Eating stench, consuming poisons that are as unpalatable as possible,

Pay at establishments by counting how much has been dripped there...

It’s disgusting to look at everything that’s happening with your eyes closed,

Out of boredom, climb into places where there is no need at all,

Looking at the field around you, it became clear that you were lost.

Or you don’t need it, the comfort zone puts pressure on a head, a couple of heads and a hut outside the Moscow Ring Road.

And I would like to forget,

Wasting youth on useless topics.

Tired look of spreading debts until old age,

Why?

Karma won't let me go further

Thinking every day that you supposedly died, Somewhere on the outskirts life is sweeter.

Justify laziness, justify your habits, fucking extremes, with the arrival of the slightest opportunity

The visor falls and the celebration begins...