Текст песни слушай шум - кисина любовь

smash the hell out of the house all the dishes
get drunk with his girlfriend in the trash
let down a pair of wheels Barbitura
give his soul as a gift to the gods
and standing on the muddy stage
let people read my lips
all of them well-known quotes Brodsky
or Pushkin, he loved society ladies
on every word & quot; like & quot;
stumble again and shall hate all the senses
I wanted to say that you do not blame
but the words obezzvuchilis pride
when I'm sitting at railway stations
I'm sorry your protlevshy world to tears
city ​​still pitted quarters
each of you not pitted seriously
if someone is killed by a bullet
thou shalt surely die through joint
cease to be a quiet sea storms
Payback for happiness in rubles
if that anger that gets you into
nezatuhshih lava eruptions
then burn it all our words
to avoid frauds