Текст песни АнтиPARTYЯ - Жена олигарха

Here it goes to the stylish heels
That bag of Carden in her hands
At the head of its empty void
Morales, and even simple
Her husband is a rich man,
Some there chinovnichek ...
Well, and maybe even an oligarch,
But mind it will not add to her brain.
             In her eyes a reflection only of money,
             In her eyes - a carefree life
             For her, we all deer,
             I'll kill you, if I see and yet live!
Turn on TV, and again these predachi
On what the oligarchs garden.
Further gay sing to you, and then -
Three stupid fools complement the general background!
Wipe your ass expensive paper
He then smells wonderful aroma
Dolce & amp; Gabbana make her panties
Platinum watch on their hands!

At the door, there is a red limo
In her house a bunch of expensive paintings
Everything in the glamor, the gold, silver ...
Everyone who saw it - you are jealous
Her leg machine polished
It has long paralyzed chump
My hand reaches for the gun ...
Nevermind all - I sit down, but kill you!