Текст песни пустые трибуны - e2-e4

And I also knew that webtracing
Empty spending time sitting on site
Rather thunderstorm breaks out right in clover
Quadone, I certainly believe
That I'm still the same thing in diapers
Only beautiful pizdets and swelling
Give me a boat on fire
I'm like a narcissary jerker Archer
With Olegator on a couple of section
Pleasure breaking the electric guitar
And hell knows what can you like
Until you show on this finger
Forgotten days with so-called friends
Beaten idyll that hangs over us
Lamppost on the way to the house
Dubious perspective tall bare wire
Braided render of hundreds of sea nodes
Just so that a couple of glasses are driven for
That we do not hurt in the sweat of the face
Like burlaci on the Volga and we are so young
But this is the beginning of the end