Текст песни Саша Труев - душа школьницы

Cold rain, cold drops face irrigate
Oh, I will do Selfi now in Instagram, how do household matters are grieved

Gray city, the city in which I do not
How much do I have troubles, how I want to die

Mom money does not give me cigarettes and bump
Relax a lot, parlament elastic
I still do not sell

The guy does not fuck me, and I have been 15 years old
Yesterday, the Armenian made a blowjob

I'm sitting on the Internet, and not as I like everything
No one notices, I will open the veins - they will form everywhere

Knife, leather
Blood stream flows down
Pulsing wound and blood fountain
How from Zherel Volcano Lavova Breeze

The hand is eager, in the eyes dark
So I will die, all regret
No one has paid attention
You are only one of the millions of graves

Hope to see God's booby?
Fuck, fucked, it's slaughter!
Hope to meet in the sky of Christ?
You are a victim of media masses, stupid pussy!