Текст песни Пилот - вышли стошку баксов гад

Rain reptile creeping
Vile, dostavuchy,
Hammer all the way to the brain.
Night-faced with herring,
Holding a knife at the throat,
Blocking the path of my poems.
Gods and pans,
Stars and cores,
For nothing on you I'm not angry.
Damn do not see
Or shisha can not hear,
Not for that long, but I'm holding.
OL.
Janitor sweeps
All that does not fly,
All what is not worth talking about.
And Serena's howl,
And the old woman bark
The city seems to continue to live.
Live and wait for someone
More and more delicious,
Easier and harder than Jesus.
Damn I do not remember
Neither religious nor spiritual,
 Not for what a long time, but I'm holding.
Pr.
If you still remember me
If I was still dear to you
If you are not quite ozhirel
If you are now on the horse
Out stoshku bucks
Out stoshku bucks
Out stoshku bucks
Brother
Oh-oh-oh
Out stoshku bucks
Out stoshku bucks
Out stoshku bucks
Skunk
Oh-oh-oh-ee-e