Текст песни Пятая Бригада - Трамадол

My friend is like a pharmacist, he is loved by youngsters
He sells them some pills on the sly
What for pills bitch, give me 15 pieces
And my tongue became wadded and heavy as an iron

Chorus
If the scoreboard itches,
You pull your legs like a log
If your muzzle is on the table,
So I ate Tramadol

Glass pupils I give a fuck
I fall on passers-by and vomit in convulsions
Who will say the epileptic, and who in the back "rifle",
And my speech took away my tongue finally stuck

Chorus
If the scoreboard itches,
You pull your legs like a log
If your muzzle is on the table,
So I ate Tramadol

Now I keep pulling mobile phones, things, books from home
And I give everything to him to the damned huckster,
His cops don't take it, which I don't understand
They hit me on the back of the head, and I hum to them

Chorus
If the scoreboard itches,
You pull your legs like a log
If your muzzle is on the table,
So I ate Tramadol

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