Текст песни Каспийский груз - Последняя песня

Bullets in a clip - do not whine, it does not hurt
Bullets in a clip - do not whine, it does not hurt
Bullets in a clip - do not whine, it does not hurt
Bullets in a clip - do not whine, it does not hurt

[Ves]

They say they don’t watch happy hours
Then fuck you squeeze? Give us a watch
Know if the guys flew in black kaenas
Change your standing position to the “knees” position

Well, why are you poking a grin at our faces?
Our one step and a board will fall over you
I dragged such a life on my shoulders
So strictly in the palm of your hand, not at the temple

Yes, we take all the buzz ourselves, bitch
Huli on this holiday is so bored?
In search of an answer I can stomp for a long time
If there are no answers really - I will turn to God

We have a narrow specialization -
Do you want to get cunts? Recommended Reading Instructions
And while you're Lazaz you are in Turkey with a girlfriend
We cleaned your hut - online services

A tidbit for those who are on the bows, uncle
And we consider our capital on a removable hut
And how much money they got - they want to find out
It will be known to God in an interview with Dude

And everything that is overworked, we will tell
Like a hand-picked product from China
And for the organs in the apartment we’ll leave a portrait
There are bags - there is no money in the bags

[Gross]

There is no money, but we hold on as we can
Our focus group always has ideas
And in theory, every day is harvest day for us
We harvest our crops threatening

We don’t need any non-local people here.
We inflict a lot of harsh bodily
What can you say? Fuck in porridge, count up
We do not forgive our debtors. Amen

Optics pointed
Somewhere in the head where gray hair
My scars will be hidden by stubble
Prayer in the temple will protect us

In the type in Alaska, bullets fly
Feathers fly out of a type in Alaska
This is our ensemble of song and dance, grandpa
And his artistic director now I

Yes blasphemy us prison
We have fog in our heads
And who the lieutenant
I fuck who captain

I'm a life prisoner
By regime places
They tried to change me
But I didn’t get better

And the blasphemy is gray-haired
This is our last home
On the back are scars and traces
Behind children house

Let's show young
To understand later
How life throws
Fuck on concrete

Bullets in a clip - do not whine, it does not hurt
Bullets in a clip - do not whine, it does not hurt
Bullets in a clip - do not whine, it does not hurt
Bullets in a clip - do not whine, it does not hurt