Текст песни АрХангел - Болото

This swamp is not warm flesh
No good aunt that can be found in honey tar
Where are you all going to shit style instead dёti
Shut the bread room of her one bredyatina
He has never uvidoval uporatyh smart guys
So it's your psevdomudrost Cuts
Again, cut off the light, rumble Respect
Everyone wants a brighter tomorrow but again oversleep
Here is the recipe of success edishn twenty-first century
Wearing a kind of expert connoisseur of mortal ills
Tell me all you cool povisel
Hapanul Napas seven lashes shmalyaet like hussein
I kill geese and lying in the bath obrygany
Your body smells like spirits and spirit whiff
You're the last Van Sickle namber but you are on the anvil
Shoes sneakers, and I uebyvay in Nirvana