Vyzanty - Намедни - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The butt will fit

In the face of those who say that

I'm just a slacker and a hypocrite,

But those who think so—cross themselves.

I've read a ton of guides:

They all sound disgusting to me,

Dial 911 if there's a fire around.

Give. Me. The Gun.

'Cause I want to shoot everyone,

Not Columbine,

But still, they're blaming Nirvana again.

I prefer to just keep quiet,

While you're bragging about how you fucked everyone,

In the whirlwind of events, I'm a horseman, and how cool it is to ram.

Give. Me. The Gun—

My friend and I are dead.

Pull. The Trigger—

We're flying to Pochinki.

Between the lines

Babylon has collapsed.

Everything that's considered cool is crap, but in this crap, I created my life.

My apartment can't hold them anymore,

My bottles have filled my heart,

Romanticize where there is no honor

A couple of glasses, and I'm in flashbacks

My apartment can't hold them anymore

My bottles have filled my heart

Romanticize where there is no honor

A couple of glasses? Nooo

A couple of grams, and I'm here the other day

Bar, glasses - I'm here the other day

A couple of ladies plus a couple of jacks

And our partner is on-on-on-namedne

Pa-pa-a couple of grams the other day

Pa-pa-par in a glass the other day

A couple of ladies minus the jacks -

Madam, we are horsemen the other day

A couple of grams, and I'm here the other day

Bar, glasses - I'm here the other day

A couple of ladies plus a couple of jacks

And our partner is on-on-on-namedne

Pa-pa-a couple of grams the other day

Pa-pa-par in a glass the other day

A couple of ladies minus the jacks

My partner as an ideological mediator

Bro, what's up with you there?

I recently broke down

All barriers, yeah-yeah-yeah

She has a boyfriend? Who gives a shit. My father said / Bear your cross peacefully / But I'm here with a glass / My own personal mess

They say I'm a drunk, come on, pour me a drink

I shot a crossbow bolt into a bitch the other day

My cuirass has long since rusted

After all, I love to fight without protection

How I adore bed battles

And even more, I've come to love my ego

Tell me, am I crazy? Ha-ha

But a wise man before God, oh yeah

My apathy will swallow the whole world

Cataphract farms Glory for himself

Dessert Eagle up his sleeve

I wanted to live like a monk, peacefully

But my furs are far from the bottom

And as long as there's wine, I'll spoil the girls

My God cries, seeing what I've become

My mind is glassy, ​​and my eyes are empty

Quarantine swallowed me and spat me back

Pharmacies don't work anymore—my liver is dead

To a new day in torn socks

But I don't give a damn, I'll get there anyway

I've been through hell and all four years

To completely fuck up your whole squad

To a new day in torn socks

But I don't give a damn, I'll get there anyway

I've been through hell and all four years

To completely fuck up your whole squad, bitch

A couple of grams, and the other day I

Bar, glasses — I recently

I gave a couple plus a couple

And our partner is on-on-on-namedne

Pa-pa-a couple of grams recently

Pa-pa-par in a glass recently

A couple of ladies minus jacks -

Madam, we are horsemen recently

A couple of grams, and I recently

Bar, glasses — I recently

A couple of ladies plus a couple

And our partner is on-on-on-namedne

Pa-pa-a couple of grams recently

Pa-pa-par in a glass recently

A couple of ladies minus jacks

My partner as an ideological mediator