Текст песни рюкзак - напишу

Here I sit, writing, I never knew martial arts and other oriental pieces
but remember how inadequate boredom
even remember those whom I put dick,
time nine-thirty-five, to get up again tomorrow.
Lake Baikal, clear and deep, the greatest,
and even drink according to GOST, the devils come to visit
counted the cat bones, this is happiness.
Magnifier in a semicircle, we hid one behind the other,
stinking whore, selling filth from garbage climbs.
, nine thirty-seven, the sun again sveeetit beam
he shall know let someone that I am great and mighty
and burning, and scatter the flock of clouds that float over the cooler
because a number of southern and close washer and sunny street,
a crowd of people each and every person, but if you want
dry puddles left slightly
I started and will not stop this way
even though forbidden to sleep and to shit,
tolerate - not always zaebis.