Текст песни Андрюша Casspro - Теория вероятности

Our jet is a deadly number in the circus,
Each step will take on a stretched rope.
Everything goes too far, everywhere numbers,
And without a penny you are clown in torn pants.
Risking, korbash not in touch, you feel a danger in the church,
The shell will not save when we walk on red.
On the nose the plaster, the result of the dispute with garbage,
And instead of alcohol, depresnyak exports music.
And the runway in a circle can lead to a dead end,
When your facial balance depicts zeros.
Nicotine will not save, and very little matches,
Do not want to fight if there is a mental injury.
Where she really will open his eyes
So as not to take away, but on the contrary to pay.
What is the theory that you will not be alone,
Probable ability to survive among their own.