Текст песни крыса - Голодные дни

Ey you leave your rat here
Starve with cold
In her eyes the pain, stomach twists in the morning from hunger
She's waiting for you in a bowl of water there
How is it mate leave another entirely without food

Minutes are slow, stomach ache
Yesterday's close was only, say not throw
Pour seeds into a glass, he went out to smoke
This skinny little brother became a thought on the balcony

Soon back to work the evening go
a cup of coffee, mobile beeps
Sweet cigarette smoke, the smell of the cells
In his pocket was looking a trifle, jammed candy

Mate rat without you here
He looks into the distance, hoping to find family hands
Mate Ji has
When dry mouth no saliva to wash the skins

Sam preehal the village Mom soup imposed
Open a jar of mushrooms Eat young guy
Skewers on the grill, gentle processed cheese
And I have spoiled you leave the fat

I remember the moment you opened my cell
Rain pounded on the glass, ran along the table
I'll tickle you laugh in otmezku
How then I remember a holiday I put cutlet