Текст песни Калякин Алексей - панк балада

It was bad, it will become even worse
F GM A.
The day will come, the sun will choose in a puddle,
From my feet will somete the autumn wind
And ahead, nothing shines.

GM A.

BB F.
Lost its strength, lost his grip
GM A DM.
Lost his time, squeeze myself as a rag.

People will brag me shame
And someone in the next, throws a rotten tomato,
Garbage will be able to get me a bat
I like it like a funny picture.

I drink wine and not bitter
Sugar eat and not sweet
Loss your faith
I squeeze yourself like a rag.

All I sent me a long time ago
And I go, without reproach and without fear,
I sometimes happen very bad
But I live, because I fuck all.

Lost his place
And I do not regret it
Rag be interesting
Squeeze me rather.