Текст песни Мармеладов - БУДНИ

Gori my dream, I will dwell in the center of the night city
This is Moscow these are the places where the innochief of infection will be fruit.
It suffers all at once, Bathan Bay is better right away,
The main thing is not sampling
answer eyes in the eyes, tears of mother or father
Stone hearts and black souls, listen so carefully
weekdays are all soupe, and someone breathes a package on the roof
Wet puddles and I am very cold. Snowing snow ... Mom MORE PORM
According to the pedestrian to dinner, I can not see a lot of wells, I will pay everything ..
a lot of sticks squeezedly dormitory taste whitewash nose burned to me
Thicks are cleaned by foliage, Zhigalo in the winter garden, hello to Ruslan
not sickly so bodies bits, these are evening thoughts and know you are not alone
windows in the curtains, Moscow weekdays pulled tightly to Routine me ...
The sun in the back of the head and the sits did not heal, with a brother Lekha divide the smooth fille
This is fucking Moscow on the air.