Текст песни PoeBlue feat. M.1.X. - Конфуций

part PoeBlue
I grew up, looked around and now everything is different.
The narcologist looks at me with passion, from an angle.
Night is marching and we again leave the houses.
Chitinous cover always plays from the window.
There's not a ruble in my pocket, what am I drinking for?
The kid is not at all a nobleman, I am dimly small.
I want to fuck the model on the couch - whim time.
Hurry up to show the pawnshop-TV robbery.
But there is no other way.
The area, to passers-by has long been reminiscent of junk
Will perform with the lips of the text - Harvard live
He shoves each one, a pair of guts into the pussy of a slut
Do not eat the fate of the villain, the person is not edible.
I'm tired of smoking makhorka, take me home.
Again, what happened? I wanted to change my mind.
Mixes called, the smoke left, Confucius came.
part M.1.X
Chorus:
Wanderings went behind, in the shadows of the holy guitar.
Blue queens, so the Cinematograph poster says.
You are a philosopher, or a baron, a huckster, affairs, rotten kiosk
Confucius is confused, Rapunzel's scythe is to blame.