Текст песни Пак-Ман - подошва

Smeared on the sole of the past
Steps in the city just as quiet as a cat Yau
sending everything to huyam, I think about my mother
fucking gangster, just think about my mother

Realize your own fault correctly
then stuck the first time More More
now we have more sole, passers-by
in his legs trembling, you better not touch syringes

Road to the nose, would be the way to God
You scare me but hardly doctor help
and it will be late, something changed bespontovo
just be ready for this outcome

but better do not try to taste the pain
first sweet taste then I will understand
you will not find itself reflected lying
then your house is a wooden coffin Eyau