Текст песни Лёха Никонов - Стансы

Well, yes, of course, you're right -
already told all the words.
This song can not remember not proklyanёsh,
Come on, took out his knife.
Ssyklivaya stuff on the Internet,
ments in the form of Gestapo,
searches and arrests
stuck in my throat.
Not the size and the rhyme is now important,
and brazen gait country.
Oh, my nihilism, you were always right,
but I am too weak, weak,
to pull the fate of the cord,
I just play punk rock
and, apparently, it's time for the bill.
But I do not pay the cops!
So go for an old woman with a crutch,
For the Motherland, for anguish.