Текст песни llalbig - оставаться здесь больше нет причин

At the entrance to the brothel
I'm drunk looking for my gap
Like a cockroach (cockroach-cockroach-cockroach)
Five hundred plus a soul - on the hands!
But even a supermodel is not worth it
And anyway - look for the fool, with greetings, bye.
Puddle of urine, almost sober already, honored this place
And like the Black Cloak, disappear into the night
There is no reason to stay here (name at least one)
Yes I fucked this whim: disco, lounge, bar, chill
Strip clubs - much less bullshit for wanking
Goodbye Magic City!
Fuck, be quiet ...
City weary of a protracted Saturday
Falls asleep, pilots wake up
And while you all have a day off
Start up airplanes, and fly with me to work

After all, today is Sunday
And again on stage we
Applaud the hall
(or you can sing)
It's my resurrection
We don’t have much time
I haven't said everything yet
(but must be in time)

Cones cones cones scored by stuffing
Cones-cones-cones - I repeat three times
Because it was too much dying them
I'm on a breather: no longer playing
II eat apples and my beloved Eve
Ah, and the hoolies - YOLO! Then we had a dick
Both. But don't be afraid
This is in the past. Take it easy
Man probably does not change
But I'm a hyena and a snake, and myself
Myself sketched a bunch of points
I’ll put a block for myself
The past melts in the hands - chocolate cheese
I was watered with shit, so
That I was almost drowned in it
But gathering strength into a fist
I could pull myself out by the hair
How much is left on the scoreboard?
Anyway, I rewind the term
From call to call, who can help?
God knows - maybe God

After all, today is Sunday
And again on stage we
Applauds the hall
(or you can sing)
It's my resurrection
We don’t have much time
I haven't said everything yet
(But I have to catch it)