Текст песни Александр Лаэртский - Слишком поздно

Fuck too late
What was once a dream
Not a joy at all.
Whether it's a guitar, a woman, a car,
Or other different garbage.
Outside the window, the idiotic landscape swings,
And lately it often seems
What a huge cunt
All that is covered
That brains are so thorough
The turnips were built.
Organism, resources
Completely exhausted
He wants to fart a belly, but his hands are shaking.
Somewhere out there in ebony youth was lost -
You will pardon the tears, and, of course, the mat.