Текст песни ПОСТная херня - Понедельник

Monday is a hard day
To nine I'm time to school
Mom, I will not have breakfast
Cigarette my breakfast in the morning
Mim to puddle I'm a naughty backpack
My books lie in the backpack
Begder, Chuck Palanik, Marshak
I actually intellectual

I watched the whole fizer on Katka
But she does not look at me
Blue color her hair
He is so manit and manit me
She in the evening behind the garage
Will drink "Isabella", smoking
Red Mallboro or Winston
Impossible not to love her

We will listen to Buerak and Pasya
We will hold on hands together
And then move to Peter
To stupid there until death
Only this later, probably
I lug, I go with school
Life is generally a bad thing
Monday - day heavy