Текст песни плоский - культ

pizdanuli bag off the bench with registered mail
some decorated the elevator Hustler black pussy
All this is familiar to me, muddy types and types -
and the meaning of life is what type to live dully
up on the floor, piss on garages
if you know a different version, then tell
Me something too familiar with this principle being fucking
from dust and shit would like to be the prince and I
and these peppers at Klin each other mater
in my ears, the English text and the cue ball like a shell
I thought in the haze hovering in the mess room
I have lost many loved ones and write a low material
girls around instead of bedding for kids
and a bottle of beer such as tits Teasing
and to stick to them completely enough for one drink
here the endless river of communication in SC format
I just still stuck here as birch Chaga
I am not lowered to the bottom of Gorky's hero. I molodchaga
increasingly thought appear to become an immigrant
heal in random mode, be captain Grant
and on TV flashes once putin, putin two
I feel at a crossroads Rasputin
among cattle that I am one sentimental
pritalen as Count Palen, white as snow in Nepal
or in Calcutta. But still not be better
around all people as people, and I dig to the bottom
I stay away from the clubs and booze Schmal
and at night mentally pizzhu those that attacked the back heap
and the soul plays a chatterbox-balalaika
one as a wolf, but instead of a wolf howled Laika
the sun was hot, as if outside Jamaica
and this mini-report is not to contact Husky
I shave whiskey, I do not wash socks
and instead of "hello" more and more often hear evil "Sgin"
all the virtues of yet that are alive in me
I never give up friends for profit
but friends go themselves as politicians at the summit
apparently thinking that he can do himself
I have not seen since November vagina as its language
social elevator through the routine directs the lower classes in
people devour people without cannibalism
costs of capitalism, we should not suffer
and I thought everything rinse my brain as an enema
Now nihilism peak in me, it is not blown out
and it is unlikely the world will change the way that Tolstoy wanted
I loaded my gun, but shot a blank
but wait a minute wait a minute, I loaded my gun, but shot a blank