Текст песни Щенки - 500 и 2

This is probably because of the Jägermeister,
And probably because of that powder,
Which I fucked out of revenge
While waiting for your call.
From the first glass and first shelf
Up to two hundred grams and grams,
We decorated a Christmas tree,
And laid out the photo in intagrami.
Up to four hundred and more tracks
We rented a joint housing,
They got a kind affectionate cat
You washed, and I stroked bed linen.
After half a liter and two grams,
When the phone still didn't ring,
And I was put into utter rubbish,
I raped you and killed you.
I called my best friend on a wheelbarrow
We put you in the trunk of a car
They took me to the forest at my old cottage,
I doused your body with gasoline
And watched it burn
Thinking that you need more fire ...
The call. "Hi what are you doing?"
Thump. And waiting for you.