Текст песни Сола Монова - Песенка про хипстера

In his Instagram'll come
And I look location,
I blossomed in my garden
Locust,
Sit on the booty dew I
And crying poor -
Whom he hang out until morning,
I do not knows it!
.
He was fashionably dressed,
Call him Voloden'ka,
With a beard like his grandfather,
But still very young.
Get to force obalduya,
Ironed and washed -
I admire the trouble I
Young hipster!
.
In Instagram it'll go -
He's hanging out again,
Apparently, for the beauty
Pick up from the street.
Offers all care
Grief-instagrameru.
Who podsnyat on Saturday?
to split the camera!
.
You will not find such,
Call me Ilona,
Mother and grandmother aunt
In the ass to kiss.
Dress fashion wear,
The bag will put a puppy -
I, about the in between times,
A thousand-two subscribers!
.
For four days
I am watching in horror -
Subscribe on me
He did not bother.
I do not understand how experienced
This eternity me pain.
Do not wait even a husky,
And the more love!
.
I blossomed in my garden
Locust,
In his Instagram'll come
Again, I look location.
And my self-esteem,
I feel understated ...
This, girls, one hundred percent -
.
Internet addiction!