Текст песни Маркус Лёгкий - Сожённый цветок

I had a quirk, I was not used to such
I had grown like that Ghastlier and began to look like a freak
Well, well, Che, as happened fuck off
Their hair does not grow a sbreyu better themselves
Among all of us, like characters dofiga
Washed idlers, loafers someone says
Well, Che, stupid old recorder
He no longer hears the guitar improvisation
He no longer sees only his rotten flower compresses
It does not feel as endlessly repeats
But this requires to lick his point
He's older than he is smart, and we snot milk
Broken personality. word over the hump as a crowbar
Spider sends a huge scary clowns
But fear is not go to the window, you'll get a beam
New Light from behind the clouds associations

Perhaps you will understand
And ever look out the window
Where solnenchy highlight send you
In the cramped expanse of your memory

burned flower
It crumbles in your hands
And you do not come back will never,
If not rasstaneshsya him

I do not like this stupid rapper binding
Shaw - a strange vicious tale
We go on the Internet links in the deep tonel
Name that anal slit
Previously pussy for all the garbage, if something goes wrong
Do you for a hairstyle should be a fist
No pussy for the cause, but simply to zargruzki
It's not in the clothes and not in the music styles
Who will understand? Who will ask?
Who can not choose a career, but simply growth?
Who will give the report yourself by becoming conscious?
What I poryu for garbage? yes I'm serious damn !!!))
I fucked that chorus, fuck it with me
I go to the window for some strange Huet
Then Get it and lick your lollipop
Maybe even then you will understand your fucking fucked

Perhaps you will understand
And ever look out the window
Where solnenchy highlight send you
In the cramped expanse of your memory

burned flower
It crumbles in your hands
And you do not come back will never,
If not rasstaneshsya him