Текст песни эхопрокуренныхподъездов - адидас

be sure, all the books by sergey minaev read
will greatly help with higher education,
when they squeeze in the corner 3 immigrants from Central Asia.
throw them metaphorical phrases
tell them about the political situation in the Caucasus,
that the tunnels are just because you like it.
they will understand that they have fucked at the wrong address,
respectfully shake hands, embrace like brothers.
terabytes of post-punk and darkfolk
will tell you how to build a shoe shelf for your daughter.
underground industrial will teach how to handle a hammer drill
and make money at the construction site.
and the waves will warm the warm chillwave in winters,
when there is no heating and it is cold in the Khrushchevs.
marry me. You are so beautiful today,
to the neoclassical melody.
she will of course say yes,
After all, how can you refuse a fucking song?
and you together and forever, will die in one block
at the last gig of the motor mount group.

you can see something in the distance
that will soon destroy us all.
"bro, yes you are stuck!"
the guy told me on adidas.
bummed a cigarette and suddenly
pricked me with a syringe phrase:
"all your friends are fagots, friend
learn to hit your face with your hands. "