Текст песни Кристофер Робин - 6. Последний год

and so what you zyrish sidekick
The thickness of the wallet does not matter here
It is ridiculous to pain. Switch to hurry
Melodrama. turn on a movie with Sasha Grey
   I've never been late, how
Last year I tightly held under Hashem
Let's just say it pёzhzhe than nothing
Uёbki hear it and ask more
again and again, no matter Th main expense of others

 But we are hardly able to more
This is the last year in the snot raspidarasit
And everywhere the cries of what remains to us?
Bits of paper, and thought a couple of grams of wilted
Sorry Mom, but no longer need us.
Salvage, viskar, paper, thoughts and hung a couple of grams
             And as if you were not sad
You sit alone and spend time in Russian
Gulf throat vodka
And on the road the road turning into a tube weave
That is how! The people in the pot throws intrigue
The proximity of death is like an unopened book
The Kremlin is in danger of him dvuhgalovye
circling day and night, but the Eagles and Ravens
fucking come, I promise
the government does not cook porridge with those who shabit and thumps
We continue to believe stories
looming over me deserted buildings around
so early on I Kumar in South Butovo
difficulty breathing, nausea, a bit dreary
but his legs are your body to where it is necessary
I felt every atom and proud of the result
I understand how the dispensation of the universe I know
planet soon as one piece skhapayut
other matters, higher power
All your money will pay to zeros, will select all
Well then look alive or dead
your communities and clans, but you have already shaking!

I'm waiting for this hour I'm waiting for this day
When a planet cleansed of people
No matter what we will cover a wave or psychosis
We turn to dust, I'll fly into space