Текст песни Красный угол - Матан

You know that today was not the day as always
First I sat on the Arbat, then at each other in the hut
Decided Matan leisurely poreshat under chaechek
From the roaring speakers played krovostochek
And it was not very handy for flying thoughts
When his Dad went kind of shabby rat
Lying notebooks with the formulas
Bottles curvaceous
And it cost him to fuck us
He just fuck us know

His head spun a few lines
The ears hollowed hard bitochek
His eyes lights of the night
Bloody shine of a pair of drums

Please call did not say anything
Stupidly Bosko at the ceiling, he stuck
Wildly a cactus in a pot sticky
Shut up, he was to face, silent bitching
I will never forget his lifeless eyes
Steady red light
Flashing alarm us with another pussy
I hope it does not hurt and will end soon
Dad abruptly snatched from the table
Marble statues and silver
For services from the barrel firing
His stupid pissing son

His head spun a few lines
The ears hollowed hard bitochek
His eyes lights of the night
Bloody shine of a pair of drums

I'm so fast that diarrhea
Octogenarian without hair
It seems slow Ferris wheel
Called just affection
Dodge was not difficult
Dodge was even defiantly
But not his stupid son
Because the brain is already stuck to the window
Escape was also possible
A couple of grams of adrenaline subcutaneously
crunch tibia cautious
And here you are on the street of the godless

Quiet steps echoed down the street dark
And there's someone fucking in an apartment rented
But I'm back home in a hurry, the regime is not detachable
Tomorrow Matan a control volume