Текст песни Нойз МС - на районе 3 недели

The last sprinkled greens in our boules have long been crumbling,
I do not remember before the time when the gray would have been stronger
For the storage and distribution of prohibited plants,
With the plan in the area, everything was always more or less.

But Jah fell asleep, forgetting about us, I hear him snoring and snoring,
He is incontinent from Monday to Sunday.
Heaven has enuresis - a flood in the city
New songs are not written without ganjubas - there is no inspiration.

There are bucks, but the hucksters don't pick up the pipes
Not a hapka for twenty first days.
White slippers were worn by all the tested moots.
There is no pipe in the area for three weeks.

Chorus:
There is no plan in the area for three weeks - oh, this is serious.
We dream of boxes and glasses at night - we need it like air.
The points are closed, the hucksters are on the line, the cops are crazy.
There has been no plan in the area for three weeks ...

For three weeks now reggae and dub have been silent on our speakers
And before that they played regularly at maximum volume.
Sales of "Alenka" chocolates sharply decreased
And cheap mineral water in small bottles.

Gray turtle brain from the shell of the skull
He looks shyly at the world around him,
The face has a colon, a dash, and an open parenthesis.
Gloomy thoughts groan under the host of corrals, like a car in a traffic jam.

There are bucks, but the hucksters don't pick up the pipes
Not a hapka for twenty first days.
White slippers were worn by all the checked moots.
There is no pipe in the area for three weeks.

Chorus:
There is no plan in the area for three weeks - oh, this is serious.
We dream of boxes and glasses at night - we need it like air.
The points are closed, the hucksters are on the line, the cops are crazy.
There has been no plan in the area for three weeks ...
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There is no pipe in the area for three weeks ...