Текст песни ЛСП - Не Нужна

It does not hurt
He died, lost
In a huge city cold lips
Who only with what he just has not played enough
Under the cry of the most fashionable vinyl groups
Why so empty inside?
No hint of a sense of
Maybe he's too much prohaval,
It can be dug to the bottom,
time for the soul to the devil ruffled
Like, she did

All capricious heart.
my hero all over
Like Yeltsin, ever buhoy and tired
Balls no longer fly into the ring
And it does not help and does not help already buhletso
Sluggish wife sluggish cleans banana
Even if someone else, only she had not
But there is no hope to leave this nightmare
You would have sold his soul to the devil, but he

Market souls to despair is easy -
Offer exceeds demand
You too, you threw her on the table
And shout - what is the price?
Devil calmly replied that
Your soul to him ...