Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Бутылочка

Without a hitch, without a grin
I drink a bottle in three sips
And then hosh not hosh there is nothing to do
I fall to the ground crippled.
Early morning, gloomy morning.
Oh, how bad we have brothers with culture.
No mutual understanding
And the diagnosis for everyone is kleptomania!

For a sick soul, there is no shisha
And under the skin, the anthill, the worms swarm.
In a foolish head, replace the trash brains,
What to take out of it, besides sin?
From first to first, from morning to night
Do not give a quiet sleep, you devils bastards.
Dragging by the legs, hands are tied
And then we are anointed with one world

Aquaterrarium, sharks with cobras.
Why is this being done, good people?
The holsters are hanging, nipples with burka.
Closely live in the same cage with assholes.
Take the Lord away from the carnage.
Let them eat for now, wait some more
Maybe it will work out, or maybe what happens
And the living learn to live from the dead

Marvelous divas, sophisticated
Those who created the world are peaceful.
But humans remain human
The springs of salty rivers beat for centuries
Wake up the dawn in the morning of joy
Take away the stench and filth
Throw it all out of me but by ... though wait
If you throw everything away ... I will remain - empty ...