Текст песни нчрк - session one

What are you doing at all, fucking?

I write these sangs
But they did not surrender nickname
it's not a secret and not last news
and success, alas, long ago it does not smell
and cool kahors with boiling water, but not me
I drive a white crumb cursor, laughing
After all, my personal life guide is stored there.
there is photochronology - how to go

but schA like Manchester a new era.
So fucking should be replaced
I will, perhaps, without the electorate, I will be happy
to do everything in a timely manner
But I like a pirate - from the throat of Huyar Rum
not noticing that my ship is marked so much
Where is my guardsol at the helm?
And Tika-Taka Style.
better to die in battle
than to leave everything so.

From pure sheet to start writing, even though I am a prose so-like
It's just I will chase after the belt in this Assembly in Tine
in the hundredth time looking at the photo with his beloved
understood. Here or something to change something, or die.