Текст песни Саша Сэнс Прохоров - Неча тут делать

Grandma knitted socks to me, Kidyushka threw into the people of stones,
Help, the native heart is dying. I b it myself, but only - where to me.
Antell me good evening. The night for him will destroy me.
What are you not with me human? What is not with you, too ...

We lived, did not stead, through the jellows, did not flow from the face of the saliva ...
In the head of the fire - and not extinguish. However, you lay down, blind.
Watch - who looks bricks - Well, Rus will pay the water ..
If you were not a friend of the cookie, on the conveyor b sewed peoples.

They threw partbillets here, come will come - everything is clogged.
The most important method - unscrew the stop-tap - the sink wings.
In the fluff - and everything is not a pillow. The demon in the edge - yes with the castles of the same.
There were used hand tougher souls. It would not clarify their southwest.

Not friends, but ibex and eye sockets.
You see, I cruel, you understand that I am for
Man, man ...
Pour the daughter of the fourth of various horses,
Today I am very smaller, and even among people to do Necha. do nech