Текст песни Soularis - Коктейль Ебанутые

Suppose it was barely audible,
But it was, and maybe it is.
People do not like colored hearts,
People want to see the tin.

So calmly, harder and deeper
We climb into the skin itself.
Music will take as a personal psychologist,
Cater for mental colleagues.

E - e - fucked - e - e - e.

This cheap swill, not lip gloss and eye.
The spectacle of the crib, the worse the better.
Violence enters into ecstasy.

Tomorrow will have to learn to walk.
Excuse me, who I am flying ...
Who is treated with dirt and grime can drink,
Do not say thank you doctor.

E - e - fucked - e - e - e.

A bit of irony tsedish through his teeth,
Bitterness can not be avoided.
And at first always too sweet,
More bile, so that I could understand.

Each prepares your favorite cocktail,
But the taste and price, as one.
On the glass walls of the fresh poison
Add noticeable wrinkles.

E - e - fucked - e - e - e.

Who do we need residues cocktail
E - e - fucked - e - e - e.