Текст песни Саша Скул и Биг - Торпедо премьер лига

barking dogs until the strike is over
until the poppy blooms, I will swallow saliva
neither give nor take fucking we are not great
although they grew the ends, they remained children
have not learned to love and appreciate what is truly important
shit in your ears and the manda got wet
reality is paper and there are fake papers everywhere
you rot for them in the office, fuck you lost
did not heal for real and you spread your thighs
Twenty years ago I pulled your braid
and picking my nose, and now I'm carrying a bouquet
and you called me poop
and semolina changed to daytime porridge
we chase her to fields and dice
and we try not to get fired, fuck yes the police
do not shine our faces once again if you get high
fuck these chicken manners like ganibals bite each other's bones
chose from a hundred roads, but one road in front of my nose
and it will go strictly like a seal in a prison
such pies, sconces, turn off the night sconce
my train leaves at two, I'm not a lark, but an owl
and play with stumps slightly
there is gum, preferably mint and a little crumpled fucking
I don’t iron pants, don’t frighten with your long arms
we will fuck you first with brothers
fill up the bastard fucking
fuck and dry cock