Текст песни Кот Домашний - 11.12.

buries hundreds of books into your already nekchemnuyu head
write poems for someone they never listen nezahochet
score all the news dead stupid posts
after a couple of seasons, you will be ashamed of what you thought
shout louder you anyway no one can hear
not something that would lie, just to hear no one wants
which would not come under the system but still predetsya bend
whoever you are, it was still you lived
write poetry, these lines without points altogether
may become the new idol of the girls in pink rags
but yours, the one you love is still not evaluate or drops
she does not care what you think you can, it would be near asshole
that is the same as all yes, the same as it
And you thought asshole that she has something light next
all arms in parodnoy, trash, and he himself can see, are not mutually
but still you derzhesh the handle, all kiss
she does not care, she did not embrace in response
again leave till tomorrow