Текст песни Саша Сантьяго - Латы

Tired brain in a box hidden, slam the door
I like repetition in the university strёmnom
Nicotine, alcohol, smoke ce la vi
This is my friend, enemy, whatever you say
Of the columns quiet bit my ear hurts
Outside the window a quiet cry, the walls rattle
Like a piece of meat is fresh, tender am
I happen to all evil, but for her diligent
And it is not important next step - all at impromptu
Life is translated into PROMT already broken off slice
I do not kid, like, write the text in a Word
And at night I want to roar, louder than a pack of wolves
And I do not care who will be the first - I'm a winner
Though not just nerves were frayed to his abode
Leisurely pace left, fell asleep ...
Shabby armor, but not over the path.