Текст песни Лешкин Кот - С ума сошел

Crazy! At that time
I am on your ass adventure
At the intersection of words flows
In the empty bombast phrases.

A Ass rooted to the sofa,
Covered with dust from his head.
All want a bastard, to rest,
To the days of sitting in front of the screen.

There, in the narrow-minded, ether,
Broadcast stereotypes world.
Wishes ass bread and butter, cheese,
He was again given yogurt.

Three months - the winter is gone,
Another three would - Spring toppled
And summer is also dragged b
With him off ... Winter has come.

Week Two ... That year,
Sobs back from adventures
At the intersection of words flows.
I say: "Circulation."

Peace awaits. Error, the server.
Peace will not soon will attain,
Come Arise, yadrena louse!
Chase, ass, to the north!