Текст песни Золотой граммофон - Золотой Граммофон

1
an evil gopota walks down the street do not turn where they end
wire life is short
Smoke sediment in the lungs residue
youth freezes me there were a lot of us now we are apart
street scenes in prose and it's too late
to a sad tune to rhymes from
a lost soul that haunts
what a holiday for me grief for others
A sea of ​​losses and failures, not everyone has their own roles
As long as the two of us wear a patch and callous eyes
on a flat pad, we are in an honest adik, we race football on a stadium
The blood boils until we are old
We don't let wigs, although we will find you wigs for bits

no hits here
even arrival on arrival is lousy
It happens unbearably and then calmly
It hurts sometimes it lets go
sometimes I know everything but I forget

2
fuck spice creature go to overdose
with your boys puppies listen jerk
I know he fucked up a lot, stirred up something, steel was boiling
got into the trunk under the rib was folded and drove off into the distance
where is he what he is where the dick knows who the fuck
scum choke on intoxicated drink
count the bones to you bitches fucking puppets in the edge
huli staring mudlo show cock swallow balls
this track is a trash spell they die when they hear
I got sick of you shortness of breath, one mouse will start and fucked up friendship
my love, take the teddy bear whore and the scarlet flower
I have a small dick, not as a Negro hobo jungle life
metro partisan not to fuck would not fuck
my panties my pants fuckin be me suckers
tell each other what color are my socks