Текст песни масло чёрного тмина - ни строчки

I will not write a line in order to fall in love with someone
My music from the basements, your music from the panels, she wants to be from the canal,
So crushed, so the pounded fuck
My music is like what they missed
Music from childhood, music scandals
My music as escape from a drunken father
Not that did not have time to get dressed, did not have time to open his eyes
And your music is pizdets as it infuriates me, not intended
I am creating for two that you are hard to eat for ten years
And you will leave with your ends, your songs are gay porn
And I did with the boys, that I would not fit into her throat
Does not fit into your stupid tank, do not look at me, stupid, past
Pass, I fuck your clubs, we have smoke clubs
I do not ask you to remember this name, but I
Black oil, and, black cumin oil