Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Вот бы вечно жить...

How many do not live
Anyway doubt
Isn't it clear!?
After all, it is not forever to rule!
Forest whispering rat
Licking priests
Fu What is an abomination !!!
Devotion and loyalty to the king!
Need a little throne and thank God
Better increments and rage on the forehead
Swollen veins, mouths spit foam
Handles on the tables beaten
Anabolics with pile of dry
From blowing wind
From premonition of treason
Fear in front of Krakh
Claws in handrails cling
Psycho-hospitals cry for you
You from the window is moache
Lie, relax, well, what do you want well!
Chorus:
Live, I would like to live forever!
Slept across the sky to be the most important on sa-ma-les
That would be forever to live!
Where I want to steer
I myself, I do not need pilots assistants!
All! to gather in the box, burrow and flood
And never remember them again
That would be forever to live!
Always live!
Forever !!! ..

Occupied all the places in the tram
And go in a circle in a circle
As it is that there are no finite stops
And people! People can not ride long
Come out at the next stop and say others
Do not sit down
There is something stinking, all in mold and web shadows
And there is no light and controllers no
No one check - availability of tickets
And the tram over time acquires the shape of ass
Huge bold ass with windows and doors
In the deep black pit, stuck and for a long time
Someone dreamed of a Volga but everyone dreamed of himself

Live, I would like to live forever!
Slept across the sky to be the most important on sa-ma-les
That would be forever to live!
Where I want to steer
I myself, I do not need pilots assistants!
All! to gather in the box, burrow and flood
And never remember them again
That would be forever to live!
Always live!