Текст песни Приход Святого Егорки - Дилер

Jacket embroidered with dense pockets
Many years ago, I presented to my mother
All zaklёpany clasps
They are not money, and not that warm spoons.
Stick lie to me, and the anger of the central nerve glozhit
I carry a knife on a thick leather belt
Before tight baryg I honestly do not care
For others, my gifts. The demons of my pockets.
They are vile, prickly, biting.
Not wishing someone to be paid.
Fabric scratch and cry foul language Croutes everything.
I give the land for the salt and sand.
I hide your face from the cameras.
I do not believe the change.
I do not regret if the transaction is not successful.
I was always hunted
For me, all of the city as Bane - Gotham
Here he is! The next in line.
Loch is confused and wrinkled in the queue.
He wants girl with a pretty face and mind.
And spit already on moral standards.
I fumbled in the breast seducer.
It is difficult. And it is desirable to be vigilant.
I am glad to be deceived by the Loch, I shake his hand, hiding his eyes.
I take payment and go off into the sunset.

Roads Nemer you nalitsemereno
Pour moderately - will be uncertain.
Fall in love is fair - cum autopsied veins
But there is a solution. The demons of my pockets.

I got married with their enchantments countless pairs
They mercilessly condemning the excesses of fever.
I gave jobs to millions of stupid
I'm almost a man, but even the devil explanatory.
I gave the hosts their goods mediocre
And down the culture of the whole country gallantly.
I gave Galata language enabled the ax.
I seem a boon. But lead his game.
Thousands of hand pulled me miserable fingers
And among them intellectuals and yard Pac family
Virgin and decent whore
Someone picks up goods for a year, someone on the day.
I survive among you surviving you
If it is life, tomorrow he will give.
I come to barely alive and even to children.
I have thousands of accounts in social networks.