Taxon Lazare - Никотин - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Nothing is the same as it was. Don't waste your energy.

Keep your parting words - I'm not going to stop.

And someone here just needs to go. I'll help with the suitcase.

Down there is a carriage to the crematorium. They say they've been waiting for a long time.

A surge of patriotism in the rat hole.

The informers sing, keeping their nose to the wind.

The scumbags yearn for the glorious era,

Rotting like an old woman, in the bedroom behind the wall.

Nicotine. You and I are standing. We're blowing smoke.

Nicotine. A pancake is a hard lump. So a wedge is a wedge.

One against all. No fresh pork, no sparkling wine.

Only nicotine.

Rebirth is rebirth. And the mood is as always.

Nine shots, ten joints, a punch in the face for the sake of a shake-up. Suddenly, an epiphany will come. I'll go to an ashram for a couple of years.

And when I come back, having unwinded, everything will be just as stupid.

A drunk has appeared in the sausage paradise.

It stinks of urine and spoils the picture.

The clogged door is leaking more and more.

A stream of sewage tears off the hinges.

Nicotine. You and I are standing. We are blowing smoke.