Текст песни Александр Дмитриевич - Сучка

Chorus:
Forgetting penis.
In the black drawer of thought.
If you were soap,
I would only wash to you.

If you were a handle,
For you only held
But alas you just a bitch:
Do not even give pity.
one)
I was walking home,
Used in the hands of flowers bouquet,
Well, at home you waited for me and a tasteless lunch.

We have Protection from all troubles,
We are never dead,
We will live with you forever
Until the crust of the earth.

Your smell is yours
Crashed into my nose
When you got a bouquet
White, White, White Roses.

And you appeared before me
All wet from the bath
Told me: stupid, fucking,
I'm lying tulips.
2)
I grab the knife
And in the kitchen smoke
Bitch, talk one on one?

I am what, fuck, Aladdin?
I am a magic gin?
I stuck your knife in the back,
Spoky-Noki, sleep.

I am covered by a shiver,
Knife drops out
And you clutching into my shoulders,
Dying rzhesh.

Look at me
Almost like Eblan
And you say quietly: stupid,
I like katana.