Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Анонс седьмого альбома

Chords : Hm - A

music gourmets narrow range we stock the third year
for the fourth go this summer
spit on the fashion to hell sending Rating
knowing that we still do not shine
without motley wrappers and beautiful labels
musicians do not have nowhere
we are here probably the last
retro in the postmodern world
like sails in the world without wind
how in the world vёrsty kilometers
real underground without exaggeration
all bards as we Doncova as Jaroslav Hasek
We know all of our fans by name
because their number is so far from the million
their number is so far from the thousands
at least a hundred , even the best detective will not find
but we do not cry in tears waistcoat we not lёm
and produce as if nothing 's seventh album , we
the seventh is the sixth only to the eighth
so one would say rapper rapper but this is not us
and we have enough of their different metaphors
for our fans soon put fresh Staffa
everything will be according to the standard ten new tracks
the fate of the animals on the fate of a dog person
of nightclubs and the fact that after them
one of happiness and misfortune two
catchwords of dirty and clean feeling
many post- Bard and a little blues
Well, in general listen to swing share with friends
All modestly and without the mat and you can listen to mom