Текст песни Александр Вестов - Тюрьма

And today we have orphanage weather
Rain beats, water and adversity.
The sun does not heat, the nose is not maraphethitis.
And the arrows on the tower everything in my nose, bitch, marking.
Core sidim, we want to eat half aire
We would have a water and half a letter with him.
And the April wind in Barack as in Noura climbs,
It will be all nishtyak - God noticed us.

Prison, prison, prison,
To you the road blurred.
Fate, fate, fate
Fate you are my broken.

And today on Friday, bro, again care,
The mother will come to the SVIDEKA - here's the Neversgod.
I'm on the shok everything lying and think about it,
They lost because they are for long sons.
And let's snatch a cigarette for two,
For a minute, let's take it to consider wolf days.
And smoke rings in the ceiling "Tuk-Tuk-Tuk",
And got the guitar now an old friend.