Текст песни мосер - Недосып

I wander around the ranam, I go around all my acquaintances
Someone in binge, someone has not left the Penta since the summer,
My film is a collection of harmful advice. You woke up salt, bitch!
Well, fucking a sign. My planet is private, closed
Your fucking with your feet is clogged, your name is forgotten
your belly is always full, but I have a lack of sleep
And I know everything, not to be sagged when and what time
crowds rod on Gazgolder, and I have enough of my life
dozens of poor children, tens of thousands of whores,
do not subtract small people, oddly enough. We grow early,
But they rinse the wounds with knives. I adore you, you were demolished with the homeless
boys are charged, but interests disappeared
I'm like a local Navalny,
They attacked you so sharply