Текст песни Вуди - Зацепило

Force me to write lyrically
Who did this unbridled personality grow up with?
For 18 years of joy and sorrow,
It became clear a lot: who is from the bottom, and who is from the underground.

You tear me apart or pull my soul out
I am strangled by those who say that I am obedient.
I'm not asking to hear the confession of an outcast
But the lines are not an illusion; a wave of the hand will not disperse them.

For 3 years the past was taken prisoner.
It's like I'm dumb and forget addicted laziness.
I don't drink because alcohol weighs me heavily,
With every drop I remember the joy with that muse.

I was distracted by mixtures, they say to me: "Laugh"
There are no pens as from blue, more fun than batch.
Everything is much better, and one thing I understood
I'll throw it out like a cigarette butt of my own free will. Believe me

She doesn't hurt me, she makes it easier for me.
It doesn't matter when, morning, afternoon or evening.
If anything, guys will heal their
It doesn't matter if I'm at the beginning of the path or already at the end.

Taganrog has become a city for survival:
Here either you are not in the subject, or a drug addict with experience.
A lot of attention and looks more and more attacked,
When he lets go, bra, then you will tell everything ...