Текст песни Евгений Чичваркин - Биография

I drove up to "puddles"
Loaded - Mom does not burn,
While it still did not wear
Booted a kilogram on three hundred, probably
I went to the point, got up, put up - everything
Eight in the morning, ku, the sun rose
Let's go, these most, bags
Tightened quickly, all the neighbors are murdered
Half tents with Caucasians did not open
Knock on a friend of each other, drinking vodka
I think that - no, Lave is coming here
Here you need to be sober
Weather, temperature drops
So white blades sparkles
Money shifted, bought another bag
The second snapped closer to his pants
The girl with whom I stood
Also with hooves beats, something they bought, vodka poured into it
Slapped a bottle of rowan on cognac
Somehow became more fun, blood dispersed
I went still to catch up, three hundred and three hundred kilograms
Two tons of crushed then
I froze two fingers, I still do not feel
But how much you raised?
Normally raised