Текст песни 02. Spartak Петрович - Кулаки в кровь

Verse 1

And someone on my board
figures rearranged
Again, I am not a king
The cells were empty seats
For every action
I should be no shock top
Twice ten years
Years went by snow

Already five seasons
The weather did not look
Forgotten umbrella again
Buy and sister write
Falling asleep is necessary to turn off the telly
Attacked the tea
And less to despise myself
Write more often at night

Not raschu flowers. A Lot
Problems with kvartirodatelyami
Search jobs where
At competitive pay me
We need to look to that
Even where there is no wash
And again - "Mom, I have long
did not call, I'm sorry "

No matter whether firmly
Closed shutters, tell me until
I do not want to sleep on the bottom
To break the rocks
Here or blood
Or blank indifference
And even tears soon
become obedient

Verse 2

Crunching in fragments
Life waiting for a thunderstorm so
Page numbers and letters
On sheets of steel blurred
Page numbers and letters
To All! Alas, blurry!
And I cheated, all clothes
Itself for growth by giving

Can I still then
Said no
But not heard until now
I look with hope in the sky

While I was young that
I will say my age?
Tosca burns, but a boast
Could not experience
And they are all around such
Smart, beautiful,
And who can tell me, and I
Can do it as well?

Went to visit them to ask
Who is in the lead role
When the light in the windows
Not seen, I realized
Caught the evil eye. For what?
After all, nobody touched!
Shoulder hurt? I'm sorry!
I went his own way

Everyone thinks
As much as he has
And it takes all
For its minimum
And I'm starting to
With songs of their climb
If you have more rushing
From vulgar Cinema

Chorus

Fists in the blood of someone
And the experience of liters of sweat
From year to year to the grave
Fists in the blood of someone who, but someone
Today in house slippers
Synonym sneaker coma