Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Жми на фузз

In the old recreation center in the basement close
That day, a local band
Koryabaet Mouzon plaster walls.
And the woman caretaker Light
Already sings the words of the verse
On a world where goats have already got all.
Pr-in:
Hold on fuzz, breaks bosyatsky blues
That guitar overdrive poured intoxication
Hold as of old, stings your Pops rebel
Dispersing Khmara of his life "Shizgara"
2.
Your friend wants a prince,
And you still drags Jeans
Who wore army to your brother.
But it's just zamorochka,
But the guitar lotion
Grinds like armored parade.

Pr-c.
loss
3.
Your peers majeure
Bourgeois, drunkards, gluttons
And being one of them - a dubious success.
And you're hungry and rootless
But a lot of free
And it's a reason to be happier than all of them.
Pr-c.