Текст песни Рем Дигга - Хроника

I stand on the cross and what do I see
I see pi ... yes, but not the belly that is lower
3 houses of old, from the horse shmali,
and they drive, brew where the brother of the lump shmara rules

chewing a bun, that mouth is a hot dog
there was a year under the counter
does not heat the labserdak, and as expected
I never smell ice cream on cold paws with beer

steam from the mouth
traces draw heels on all ready-made shmar and for so
the bar is close as old as the world
there is alcohol in mugs friendly ladies flirting

keed pierced
miller on kent spilled fucking
the package died in the furs.
agent seemingly stares, still hurt
but we will not be for such bodies as aphids

tell me where the world is going at an angle
vova, brother, nigative tell me where are we prem?
tell me what then,
I fucking have something to go with, so as not to be beaten and thrown stupidly so that under the house

twig past scarlet lips
from the first in the minibus. sperm on the skirt
and all over the monastery, freaks are bitches bastards
balabols, whose actions are painfully filthy

my glance is shod
you want to sell me flour clack in vain
instead of sticking a cigarette in a pub
I insert the key into the lock, click clack and I'm home.