Текст песни После ZakaTa x Antosha Pride - Люди не имеют вес

Th you here kayfuete
but you have not zabaluete
we do not succumb to this dirty dancing
Mom, I'll end up breaking the insurgents

you hold a market and tears not lei illness
and even you in a circle to discuss schizo-people
I did not hold a candle but bitch you know everything
and courageous gesture Vasya you decompose
bracket to zero
your traffic is reduced to one, we ask for saying
many smart listens and speaks on business
but a foolish balobolit a lot and does not penetrate into the theme
but we are against the system all your thoughts pseudo
on pure pohuizme exchange zhituha in numbers
there is not no uprёsh strategy and plans
without pizdyuley desperate here in the glove compartment Makarov
claps at night shutter heard squeals of tires
chipyrok and priorok AvtoVAZ prom here zakumarit this city
all eblah print and who the money is Th
cold fit already puddles frost
hoarfrost on wires now this staffchik insert

and again these bits in your apartment
one love her for what was close
we have not forgotten how sharp everything rotten
we lived and adjusting the pit became wider
You put out the fire but you yourself do not regret
especially when there is a chance of winning but Schmal
that generates trash and need to step
do not fall to where the bitter cold and eternal darkness
You raised the white flag time goes click clack
dude understand that you're a fool for you all gave way
brokenness attic will not stop time
and it is to be among its plants
everywhere the shadow everywhere breathes epidemic
people under the potions to bring these people
huckster and we write poems pishim
about what the city smoke threatens the use of

the road will go slowly black cat
followed in the alley maniac soul priberёt
and it does not matter what is in your pocket
how wonderful to see how blood flows to the ram
hands do you think that's cool
my weight is not present my gross weight
people do not have the weight of patients with anorexia nervosa
and you are holding the door waving ksiva
you twisted because you turned the other
and the world of fake fake this world
I pour a glass Chivo asked me what
and you forget something that is not nice yazvish
girls whining men also cry
they are forced to cry grandson perepanchi
and your bastard grabs my Punchy
and shakes the hand enters the ranks of
you gone to work for the freedom of the head
people do not have the weight of the people do not have the words
where democracy is still in the hands of the law
but the law to pierce the head Musorskogo