Текст песни Маки Молот - Удушье

With glass in hand
Zhin on the lungs?
Breed
It is a bouquet of pain
And something in his hand
Smolders.

As if the life of the layout
Roughly knife
Shaves
Top was ordered
And a dull crowd
Mleet

....
I would fly
Into Space
But there was uporotyh
And so his or raised ass

You tell me
Do not drink bro
BUT
I do not care anymore

Slysh
  
His otchaenie drown in a glass
Just opened notebook
Just gave vent to his hands

Here
  
Remember shmuck
Songs do not sing
Shower Shelter
Hopelessness JUST pho yu

Listen to this cry
Despair
This shit loads
This is a real poison

I say
Prekrashay people
But you read between the lines