Текст песни Yeltsin Is Illuminati - Скучные Каникулы

missed the day through Citz
At the bottom again there is a boredom
In the middle my migraine
pops up with the world my separation

Asphalt could not tolerate me
Land proposes to hide
Probably stands here to sing
But someone will suggest crying

and worms all climb into the skin
so welcome everyone like

finally
I'm silent about it
Day from night
Now not excellent

Caution door closed
And here I am coming
Saws to me
Earth under house

Former light - familiar hook
Soil instead of phrases
Who am I? Hero of excavations
so-so story

where I was not the next time