Текст песни Кнульп - Трасса

Purchase of the eyeballs in a supermarket
Drink a bottle of wine looking at the map of Antarctica
Try to look like the area of ​​Attica
Kill his life discussing the historicity perspective

Let's dive into our own ways Analysis
Moving away from these sonorous phrases, call whores
In you there is this nasty, imposing paskuda
In me there is a passionate, scum Draught

So we stick to sit in the present ceiling
We smoke, talk to girls is not the first freshness
And then someone's life has long been built
And we hate them, from the supposedly cold ezhimsya

I'm sick of the constant search for ideas
From the constant moaning from the pain of people skukozhilas
How much longer will these voices in my head
I'm not the way, and what the universal path

I'm standing on this track like a drunken clown
Wearing red suit, with eyes full of stress
A six kilometers from me
Flock of sheep mistreat my alter ego

I, too, fell into general whining
The terrible slime pouring out of his ears and shit
But leave me out of here because no one will help
That's not necessary, I am here for absolutely nothing disturbs