Текст песни Гнилой Угол - Руки - Крюки

Hands hooks

We have been together 6 years
We construct some nonsense
We do not need to answer all
Where and when will happen clearance
Lost voice screaming into a microphone
It has long been boiled brew
Broken guitar and drum
It's time to smoke where is my glass.
 Who has not heard - hand hooks.

You'd think we were crazy
No, no, no, no, never.
We have no one taught to play
We did not ask for nor shout
What makes the song writing
The fate of us all.
Not a musician dies without a trace
What else can I say.

Stalled microphone, amplifier burned
Broken strings, the mediator fall
And we do not know whether it would be a good judge
If someone played proc
Rehearsal is over, broken glass
Upset guitar and drum
I crumble entirely my ceiling
Drummer like a jackhammer.

1998.

 Petrovich